That was a year ago, ever since then I had been masturbating to my pictures of my mother. Twice a day at least, and i cummed more when i masturbated t... my mother than when i had ever had sex before. Whenever i saw her in lycra about to go to the Gym or in tight fitting shirts or shorts. I wanted those boobs in my mouth and those legs wrapped around me.It happened almost a day to the day when I first saw her in a sexual way in Portugal. I had masturbated so much to her i had gotten careless.. I thought it was funny, she didn’t laugh. The presentation continues with descriptions land photos of different breast torture techniques. It starts with the mild and mundane, with subjects like “ tying the breasts with soft rope for sexual excitement “ and “ 50 shades of bland” on different vanilla tit games many couples play. It is explained that these games are often played by normal couples as a work up to sex. They can morph into more severe forms of BDSM, most specifically, the “S” part. I love an audience. My body is shaking as I have a tremendous orgasm and squirt.“Too early to call it a night, what else can we do for our guests sexual pleasure baby?,” I ask my man as we are tongue kissing while standing. We are both completely naked, apart from my heels. We are both standing with our hands on hips. The only contact we have is our tongues and lips. Then just as I hoped, Henry is on his knees, kissing and licking my ass cheeks. Even better my man is enjoying the three-way. The Slayer didn’t even hesitate to start rimming her own mother as I began pounding her from behind. I was eager to breed both Buffy and her mother if I could, assuming that Xander hadn’t already put his own bun in the vampire-slaying (and laying) cheerleader’s oven. That thought made me smirk as I pumped hard inside Joyce’s slippery twat.“Xander, tear off Cordelia’s clothes and fuck her good and hard, doggy-style! Cordelia, rip off his clothes, too! Encourage him to pound you within an inch of.