I want to make you cum, to feel your pleasure that is my goal. You grind your hips into my mouth, you pump up and down against me, I know you are enj...ying this. My exposed cock is just getting harder and harder from your excitement. I continue to lick and suck your pussy your spike high heels wrapped tightly around my back, feeling so good, pulling me deeper into you. You suddenly arch your back and grab my head and pull it tight against your pussy as I taste you cuming, mmm, you taste sooo. All we had to do was rest here the night, put her things in the coach and head on out to Wyoming. This isn’t the first time I’ve taken Kristy with me on outings. I’ve tried to include her in many trips such as this, ever since I lost my wife several years ago to breast cancer. Now she was getting to that age when she has developed other interests instead of traveling with her Gramps around the country in his coach. So, like I said, when I get a chance like this, I jump at it. I am a. That left you to remove my jeans with only the help of my wriggling hips, which were already writhing with passion and moving to a rhythm all their own driven by the desire and agonizing need my pussy was feeling for you. When my jeans were off, your mouth moved down to lick and kiss my very wet lovebox which was gyrating up to meet your tongue and lips. You stopped only a moment to remove your jeans, freeing your balls, which I caressed and played with while you took off your shoes. Then. ''I want you to do what you do to Mommy.'' she told me. I felt like crap, I wanted nothing more than to pop down my shorts and push my cock into her, to feel her soft skin again my own as we made love.But I knew that my seven inches was too much for her. It would split her in half and probably traumatise her.''Bobbie, we can't, you're too--'' ''I know.'' she interrupted me. ''But we can still play around.'' she said. I nodded my head and kissed her, ''Yes, we can still play around.'' I told.