.. yes," She breathes, delirious with need. I keep plundering her pussy with my agile tongue, then employing my fingers again, thrusting them in and o...t of her until she is moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. It was a shock when my mouth left her; she gave an agonized little cry. " Let's see you return the favor, Heather," I said, climbing up on top of her again and straddling her chest. " Suck it." My hard cock hoving in front of her face. " Oh God..Yes." She whispers, staring at my. I think the way we deal with this problem is by creating all these fantasies. For instance, some women fantasize about a man who ties them up and rapes them. Now, on the face of it, that sounds truly insane. The reality of rape is horrific and ugly, but the thing is, we’re not talking about reality here; we’re talking about fantasy, and that’s a totally different thing. I think that ‘rape’ fantasies exist as a way of dealing with all those fears about doing ‘the right thing’ in sex. For a woman. After some more small items, Karla asked her mother to remove her skirt. Jane stood up undoing the clasp and zip on her skirt and let it fall down her legs. Fuck, she was in stockings and wearing her daughter’s suspender belt and matching knickers, the very same ones I like. The suspender belt is about six inch’s wide with a see through lacy pattern panel in the middle. It was slightly stretched over her mother’s middle-aged tummy and hips, the knickers are the same, a see through lacy. When I came, I pushed down on to his face and I could see my juices running down the side of his face. He wiped his face and then kissed me so I could taste my sweetness. I rolled him over and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He was wearing grey boxer briefs. I could see how large his cock was through his boxers. I slid my hand down his chest and released his smooth cock. I kissed down his chest and in the soft crevass of his legs and to the base of his shaft. I ran my tongue all.