On the long bus trip back the immoral friar had been nipping from a flask of brandy and, partly because of that, he did not consider carefully his nex... move. They wanted it. He wanted it. So, what was there to consider. But he was dirty. Quietly he slipped out of the cottage to the nearby swimming pool and, stripping naked, he performed hasty ablutions under the shower. Then, carrying his clothes, he returned to the cottage.When he got back, the scene was slightly different. The taller girl was. Mum spread her legs and allowed my face to burrow deep into her crotch. She opened her legs wider, offering me easy access to her wet cunt lips. My tongue attacked her wet pussy. She cried out as I started kissing and licking between her legs. I could feel juice running from her cunt. I began licking the moist lips, and then opened them up with my fingers and lapped inside. She tasted amazing. I could not believe that I was actually licking my own mother's pussy. I felt more ravenous with every. She relaxed after some time, looked at me naughtily and said now it is payback time without waiting she took my fairly long member into her mouth her tongue ran the nerve below throwing me up and she held me tight and started encircling the tip of my shaft with her tongue. I felt I was coming suddenly her balls in to her mouth and started swallowing. The goddess knew what she was doing with a deft movement she came below me and kept my penis over the mouth of her cunt and said insert. I obeyed. The shop on the corner of 25th street had the booths on the second floor. It was in viewing distance from the corner I was standing on. Considering I was already late, and growing short on patience I called her bullshit.“If this is what you want, then fine by me”. I grabbed her wrist and started walking towards the shop. It was around 3 in the afternoon on a Tuesday, so the streets weren’t too busy. The shop should be empty, and I just wanted this over. I repeated “you want this, fine. Just do.