Uske ulta kiya and gaand pe zorse mara. Woh zorse chillayi. Gaand masalte hue uske upr leta and uskk dabochke lund uski chut pe rkh diya.Woh khud gaan... uchaal ke lund andar lene ki koshsis kar rahi thi. Uski panty puri gili hochuki thi. Woh uske hath mere pith pe ragad rahi thu and mere kaan ko bite krte hue keh rahi thi, “Ab aur mat tadpao, daldo apna garam loha meri chut mein , banalo mujhe apni randi. Ye chut tumhara gulam hai aj se.”Uski chut itni gili thi ke lund ndar phisal gaya. Fir mein. His words were so dominating. I loved feeling like a powerless woman.After a few minutes of licking, I put the head in my mouth and worked my way as far as I could down the shaft. It was only a couple of inches before it hit the back of my throat. I then pumped his cock with my mouth to try to get it wet enough to go further down my throat. This strategy worked a little bit as I think I got as much as six inches down my throat. However, there was another five or so that were only getting the. “Yeah, with Betty.” “What?” I gaped. My mom and Betty. I was flabbergasted. No wonder my mom took to flirting with Mary so easily. Antsy told me all about how she caught the two of them. Antsy was just happy that mom had found somebody and urged her to leave dad. “Mom seemed ashamed of being gay,” Antsy explained. “You know mom, church twice a week.” “Yeah,” I nodded. We talked the whole drive. I didn't remember the last time I saw my sister, her graduation from High School last year, I guess.. We lay there until Jennifer’s mom knocked on the door and told us that dinner was in fifteen minutes. We kissed a few times, then got up and dressed. We went downstairs to dinner. Mrs. Block had gone all out with homemade fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and a salad. I ate heartily and thanked her for a fantastic meal. When we finished eating, Jennifer and I excused ourselves to go to Graeter’s for one last time.At Graeter’s, Jennifer and I both ordered sundaes.“Want my cherry,.