She tried not to think about Brian, and many times there were other men on her mind as she played with her pussy. But more often than not, as her orga...ms overtook her body, it was her son that was completely on her mind.Nevertheless, in terms of their relationship, it had become as normal as can be. She appreciated the way he stood behind her throughout the divorce and he was very strong support for her. Even though she was unable to physically cry on his shoulder many times, the tears came. I ran my tongue along the crease between her thigh and pussy, never touching her lips, then did the other side. Loren was moaning and twitching with excitement. I planted little quick kisses on her lips from bottom to top.“Oh God, you’re driving me crazy!” I grinned to myself and then ran my tongue along her lips, barely parting them. Loren bumped her hips off the bed to try to make better contact. I pulled back a bit. “Naughty, naughty! Be patient!” I said. Loren groaned in frustration.I. On that long cold rainy day I truly realized what it meant to become someone’s sex toy. As I stated before while I was away at college my mother cut my dad off from all physical contact. I had no idea that they had not shared a bed for well over two years. My father had begun to see other women, women my age. However on the first night we made love daddy told me that he had sexual feelings towards me every since I was a teenager. He told me how he use to watch me get undress, and then he would. I began to work on her again. She came up slowly like a coffee pot that seemed to take forever to boil. When she was almost at the peak, I asked, "How long have you been clean?"She instantly came all the way down. "What do you mean?" she asked."I asked, how long has it been since you used?" I said it quietly and calmly."I'm not a junkie," she said."Listen to what I said, not what you think I said. I asked how long you had been clean. No way did I imply that you are a junkie," I replied. "I.