But he did expect her to suck him off and swallow his cum which she always thought was very unfair of him.Theodore now looked up at his mother then ga...e her a really big smile.He now said to her.“That she tasted wonderful.”She now smiled at her son. She had hoped that he would be one of the men who loved cunt juice.Not like his shit of a father.She now pulled her outer pussy lips open.So he could see all her sweet pussy juices.She now told him."To help himself to her pussy."Theodore gave his. But honey if you really want to validate my backstory you could have done it through your abilities. I mean I haven't even felt you poke around in my brain even a little. The woman said this as she pedaled her golden blonde hair.Please don't call me honey. I really don't like whosever idea of torture this is. When he died, it was the worst day of my life. He wouldn't even be dead if it wasn't for me and I have to live with that every bloody fucking day of my life. And and and and.... *sob* if. We'd both showered after making love, and depositing a healthy load up each other's asses! I stroked his shaft as I worked my mouth lower with every bob of my head, until I was nearly taking his entire length into my throat. He was only five inches. (I like to take a snap-shot of cocks I suck alongside a ruler, it's a thing I guess) I easily worked him to full hardness with my tongue and lips and had him moaning within seconds.I worked on his cock, pulling off to lick the shaft or suck on his. The 'guy' in me wanted to undress her with my teeth, and find out all her secrets hiding just below the surface, waiting to be unleashed. In that way she reminded me of Beth Ann.Thinking about Beth Ann awakened a sudden need inside me. Instead of a feeling of calm, thinking about Beth Ann had me hard as a rock. I was so stiff that my dick could drill portholes in the side of the boat. Taking matters into my own hands relived the pressure and let me sleep.My dreams were full of Beth Ann. She was.