“Tell you what, honey. When mom was constipated, I’d massage her stomach, and after about 15 minutes, things would work themselves out. Why don�...�t you just stand up, turn around, and I’ll try that.” I figured I’d better offer up something.At the point of her pain threshold where Sarah would do anything to make it go away, she just stood up, turned around, and sat down again on the closed toilet. Her Sun Dress spilled over the sides, and she leaned on the back of the toilet with a distinct. ”You motherfucker! Can’t you control yourself? You should have told me so that I could take the thing in my mouth”. She now started licking my limp cock and in a couple of minutes, it became iron hard once again. After about 5 to 7 minutes she guided my dick inside her womanhood in a standing position and pushed me flat on my back on the bed and began pumping till she cummed with a shiver of ecstasy. “Oooooooh- Ahhhhhhh- Ummmmmm-Aaaauuuuchhhh! She kept on moaning loudly and continued fucking me. He pressed his tongue against my clit. I shifted my ankles apart, giving him better access to my soaking wet pussy. He pulled his fingers out of my wet pussy, and put his hands on my ass as he stood. He lifted me slightly onto the table hed cleared behind me. With my ass resting on the edge, he knelt back down and grabbed my thighs hard, pushing them apart. He spread my pussy lips and licked my clit hard. He slipped his fingers back in and started working my pussy hard. I was dripping wet. I. Slowly my imagination flowed down to our current ages. It was not cuter anymore. It was a strange sensual feeling.Di – “Uhhh. Come out now. Out of your imagination.”I quickly snapped back to reality and looked at her. She was already looking at me with fake disgust on her face.Di – “Tell me one thing. Do you always think about this?”Me – “Not always. Not until some time.”Di – “Until some time. So what started these thoughts in you?”Me – “ It’s hard to put it out”Di – “It’s hard to put it out..