She wrinkled her nose."Smells like sheep, to me," she added.Well, soon enough, the cowgirl and the shepherdess were rolling on the floor, pulling each...other's hair and gouging each other's eyes, spitting and slapping and biting.At that point, one thing led to another thing.Their struggles became less violent, until they were caressing each other, more than fighting. Both horny women had discovered that another woman's body was sexy to maul and squeeze and nibble and, although they were deadly. ... Me! ... or someone just like me who goes to a party to watch, not to participate.As soon as I saw you in that costume, I knew that you were a kindred spirit. So, I decided to go along with you to wherever you were going and see if I could cook up something worth watching for both of us. I also figured that if we were both trying to see something happen, I might be able to leverage your energy and really get something going.Boy did I figure right on that one!Do you remember when you first. I bypassed and went straight to his cock, wrapped my lips around his, and took him to the back of my throat. That's right, he said. . .take that cock down your throat and fuck me with your mouth. Yeah, just like that. Bite my cock head, easy, tease me, yeah. . .that feels fucking awesome. You like my cock in your mouth, don't you? I can tell by the way you're sucking me you've missed it .He grabs the back of my head and face fucks me until I'm drooling, my spit running down his cock and. She said nothing but noted the haphazardly tossed boxers that lay in the middle of the floor. Damian followed her eyes and was mortified when they came to rest on the shorts. Mrs. Sizemore, or Stephanie as she was known to family and friends, slowly let her piercing blue eyes track from boxers to son, but said nothing until their eyes locked. “Shouldn’t you be getting up?”“In a minute. This is my first day to sleep-in. I thought I might have a few minutes of privacy before I had to get.