Her hands slid up and down the back of my thighs as she continued to fuck herself in the throat with my cock. She pressed her feet down on the bed lif...ing her pussy into my finger tips. There is just something about the warmth of cotton over hot pussy that drives me insane. Maybe it just reminds me of the first time a girl ever let me reach down her pants. I pressed my fingers against her clit and let her hips grind her pussy against them until I felt my cock slip from her mouth.She slipped her. ” Now that my mother had gotten over the distress of that inauspicious day I knew she was going to tease me for the rest of my life. My mother’s erotic illustrations made it quite clear she might consider pleasuring a man in such a manner and in the abstract it was acceptable to me that she would perform such an act with a lover. What was unsettling was the image that was burned into my brain on that afternoon when I walked into her studio unannounced and was confronted with the reality of. I do not get the chance of alcohol very often. Once, it brought me a severe whipping, then there was the day I successfully defended my Thesis, then after my Graduation and finally, after the birth of Alana's baby. This will be the fifth glass in - how long? Two years? I take the glass and sip. The wine fizzes and seethes in my mouth. It has a sweet musty yeasty taste. And beyond that is the tingle of unfamiliar alcohol on the brain."What do you think of our Russian champagne?"The question. “Thank you,” he said, and then he kissed her softly. Keith handed Francine a fresh glass of wine, then kissed her softly as well. “That was so wonderful, Francine, thank you,” he said.“Let’s eat, folks!” he said. “Good idea,” Sandy agreed. “I am starving. You boys really know how to wear a girl out!” she chuckled.The four sat and ate cheeseburgers and enjoyed each other’s company. Sandy raised her glass and looked at her playmates. “Here’s to enjoying life. Thank you all for making this day so.