I could tell that she didn't have much on under her housecoat, I couldn't see any thing. These visits became more frequent, but they never really came...to anything either.Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed sexual release. I couldn't very well tell Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did want to. It was around that time that Mum started wearing shorts and low cut blouses more often; I soon noticed that she was sitting more carelessly when she. We then talked about the next donation, which was going to be the next evening. As I said before, they had made some studies and had elected to have sex four times during her most fertile time, instead of just once or twice. This was bad news for me since I wouldn’t be able to have sex for the next four days. We finally said our goodbyes and left. We got home and my husband showered. When he got out he pulled me toward him and kissed me. Though we couldn’t have sex, we did have some wonderful. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the sofa and opened her mouth in one long moan.James sat there and watched as Buster attacked the piece of flesh with is elongated tongue, dipping deep and drawing out all of her juices, which he quickly swallowed and dug in for more.While Buster was busy down below James reached over and pinched her nipples, bringing the to a state of hardness she'd never experienced before, causing little gasps of pain between the moans of pleasure from the. He kept the pressure on and I felt myself losing it. Each trembler of orgasm took more out of me. Pleasure so high it hurt. I tried to push his head away, he resisted, forcing me to cum. I screamed, losing my breath as my body rose off the bed into his face. "Oh, God, oh God, oh God," was all I said before descending into a hazy fog of wracking, continual, unbearable pleasure. My Adonis did not stop but trailed his tongue up to my bellybutton, stomach into my cleavage suckling my nipples. He.