After work, I go into action and drive to a fast food place, deciding that I will desecrate a Chik-Fil-A Cookies & Cream milkshake as I fantasize. As ...oon as I have the shake in my hot little hands, I go to my car for some privacy. I cup the cup in my hands as if I were holding his balls, gently stroking it. My teeth grab the cherry stem and hungrily I eat the sweet fruit and twist the stem into a knot. I flick my tongue and lick up the whipped cream. Oh so much cream! I have to use my finger. Her fingers itched for that contact, and her horny mouth was watering for his cherry prickmeat. But some last shred of inhibition caused the woman to hesitate. It seemed so utterly degenerate to take her son's cock out, as if this were her own idea, as if she was doing this from lust rather than blackmail.Tommy took the matter into his own hands. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, then slowly drew the zipper of his fly down, right in front of his mother's face, only inches from her. Turning, I recognised Cheryl Winters stalking towards me with a determined look on her face.Cheryl is something of an oddity. Her family isn’t rich enough for her to be in the rich kid clique, she’s not popular enough to be in the popular girls clique, she’s not athletic enough to be a cheerleader and she’s not brainy enough to be a nerd. What she does have is a figure that would make most glamour models weep with envy, although her head looks a little over-large atop her short neck. She has a. I can feel you get hard beneath me. I want to feel you against me. I raise up from you, need in my eyes, and lift my dress up my body. You help me by lifting the rest over my head. I’m now in my black lace bra and panties. You bend your head to my breasts and wrap your arms around me. I lean towards you so you can take my panties off, sliding them down my legs and onto the floor. You grab my ass and swing me onto my back. I giggle out of surprise and pleasure. You spread my legs open and press.