I was unsure how long her cock was, but it felt very good in my pussy. I held onto a bar on the side of the door, and still tried to not scream. she p...t her hands onto my boobs, and pulled me up with her. She put her lips onto mine, and we made out for a minute. I put my right hand onto her butt, and caressed it. It was definitely a female butt, but she fucked me like a man. "You are the first older woman I fucked with this," she whispered. "I'm so lucky," I replied. I was leaning on her, and. The shower was running but my mom was not in it. She was siting on the edge of the tub, with one foot on the tiolet and the other on the floor and using my hair brush in her pussy. I was floored. Was this really my mom did she really do these things. And my brush, the very brush I used for the same thing, masturbating.I could hear her moaning and saying something, I bent my ear to try and hear her, then she got louder," please Samantha make me cum" she yelled out. My mouth dropped open, was her. "Vanda, love," he said, kissing the raincoat-clad woman full on the lips as she stepped into the room. She tossed off her coat, revealing a black leather corset, garter belt with matching stockings, and impossibly high heels."Do you got the music?" she asked, her accented voice omitting some of the words.He clicked on a portable CD player; nothing was more sexy than the tango. He got comfortable on the bed, opening his trousers and taking out his limp cock. He ran his hand over the head, and. I wanted to be that student. I wanted her lips on my nipples and I wanted her to chew, bite and pull. I wanted my orgasm with her to be hard won, slightly painful and intense. I wanted to feel her hot, wet pussy sliding furiously up and down my thigh as she pushed her knee into my own wet pussy. I wanted a good old fashioned hump with this one. I wanted to feel her breath on my neck as she worked, grunting. I wanted to feel her tits brushing against my own---sweaty, consumed, focused.