.”“That can be somebody else,” Sy told her, hugging her close. “Not me. With your appetites, I rather crave a breather every once in a while. ... definitely do not feel left out when you take it into your mind to go gnawing on someone else’s dick.”They both laughed at that. “I suppose you’re right,” Alana agreed. “Besides, I’d much rather be punctured and perforated myself than have to do that to someone else. And you do a perfectly decent job of that.”“I suppose I do,” Sy murmured into her mouth. The boys she went out with were all not very open minded and ended the relationship by the time they got the bedroom and over the months you could see she was a little down because of it.when she was 21 years old she found a boyfriend and he was the friendliest of the lot she had met and we all got along quite well. After a couple of months into this relationship and one day she asked us to go out for the night somewhere because she wants a romantic night with him and to show what she has. I don't always include other men. But men wouldn't understand this. You stick out." And aren't you glad? Especially when I stick in. Hey, give me that." Really, you don't have to grab. Why would anybody pose for a picture like that?" You didn't look at her face. If she wants people to look at her picture, it's not going to be a picture of her face." Do I look like that?" No, doll. You have a perfectly beautiful face." You know what I mean." I do, but I don't. Does your face look like mine? We. Pulling back until just the tip of my cockhead is making contact with her pussy lips, I start the torturous slow motion entry again."I love you, too, Nick." Mom moans, squeezing her pussy muscles around my cock as it pierces her inner sanctum. "Ohmygod!" Mom cries, wrapping her legs around me and pushing her heels into my ass to speed up my descent. We continue to fuck like that, barely increasing the pace, using pressure, more than speed, to communicate our urgency to each other. Our tongues.