It was a while before he noticed the odor. He leaned close and sniffed. She was creaming!Scott drew back and looked at the light. Sure enough, he coul... see the definite outline of her pubic lips beneath the white cotton panties. They had become damp and now outlined the pussy underneath, the cleft visibly defined whereas before it was muted by the thick gusset.On another impulse, Scott moved the flashlight away and then closer, keeping the beam centered on his mother’s damp cleft. He repeated. I licked up her juices as I pushed my tongue deep into her wet hole while they carried on kissing with Lisa rubbing and tweaking her nipples.My cock was now back to full erection and I wasted no time in positioning it and rubbing he labia lips a few times before slowly pushing it in and with Lisa’s tongue down her throat all Danni could do was squirm as I pushed in further, she was very wet now and my cock slid in quite easily and it wasn’t long before I was in up to my nuts. Reaching out I. Her long golden-blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders and she wore a shiny gold cross on a slim but sturdy chain around her neck.Dressing provocatively came naturally to the 20-year old beauty, and would be a valuable career asset in her chosen line of work; Kate knew her superiors and male coworkers were counting the days before they could turn her out on the streets in fishnet stockings to lure the desperate guys who'd offer money for sex with her into arrest. The idea of shaking her. You sound like a proper Lancashire lass right now. Does my accent get as broad as that when I’ve been talking to her?”“Aye! Tha’s a Lanky yer’sen, reet’nuff.”I deliberately exaggerated the accent which made Mum laugh.(In case you’re wondering, Dr K, I said, “Yes! You’re a Lancastrian yourself, right enough.” See? It’s not that hard to understand. Don’t ask me to write out everything Nana says like that. It’s easier to translate what she says into proper English.)Speaking of Nana, she was.