One time I found a dildo in her draw. The thought of her using that drove me crazy. I even licked that. I couldn't get enough of my mother. I was obse...sed with her. One day my mom was making lunch in a pair of short lounge shorts and a low cut top, I got hard but couldn't move in case she seen my erection. Later that night, after mom went to the club, I found those shorts and began to sniff the crotch part. I began to stroke my dick. Every time I used my mom's panties I always made sure I. "Mmm, this sure feels good, Anna, but I bet inside your pussy is even better. I'll find that out soon. I better stop or I'll cum if I keep doing this."We rinsed off and he shut the water off but we stayed in the shower. He got down on his knees and started licking my clit and taking little sucks now and then. I have rubbed my clit lots but this was new and wonderful. He soon had my legs shaking, trying to stand there as his lips and tongue made my clit come so alive.Then, he stood up, lathered. You should come too, sometime, said Mandy.Do you do this often? asked Emma.?Not really. I went for an early run yesterday,? Mandy replied, gulpingdown her tea and heading downstairs for her bath. ?I?ve been thinking Imight do it regularly. Perhaps not so far though, as a rule. It?s probablysafer running in the park. More fun, too. There?s lots of other runners inthe park. But today was all right; the traffic?s pretty quiet on Sundaymornings.?And Emma, did you know that Frederick Chopin gave his. Leaning forward his left hand rested by my shoulder, his belly on my crotch. Teasing my erect nipples with soft kisses, he slid up my body. I felt his hardness slide over my wet pussy, pressing on my clitoris. I adjusted my hips to give him better access to my sex, feeling the bottom of his shaft between my lips. Bobby postured up, taking his manhood in his hand, the head up and down my wet slit, teasing my senses. I rocked my hips impatiently, but he drew back.”Bobby, please,” I breathed.He.