Fuck yeah, so responsive, so ready, so wet, his fingers coated with her juices, testing his own resolve. She was so passionate, it was erotic to see h...r shudder slightly at his invasion and roll her hips, moaning slightly, inviting him in. Continuing his exploration, he parted her cheeks and felt her pink, puckered hole. He leaned over her, his warm breath filling her ears and as he drilled his soaked finger into her innocent, unyielding cavern, he asked, “Whose ass is this?” A weak and shaky. He glanced at the cab driver and then darted his eyes back at her.Him: Good evening lady. Seems you’re in some trouble… Perhaps, I could assist you in some way…Her: Hello. The cab broke down and I’m getting late for a get together. I could hail another cab only if I could find one.Him: Oh bhaiya! What happened?Driver: I’m not really sure… There was sharp ping sound and immediately the engine died. I’m afraid I don’t think I can drop the lady to the place she asked for… (saying this he plunged. This was in 1960 when the Catholic church around Los Angeles was powerful. They had an awful lot of young people believing that they would go to the fires of hell for eternity if they even THOUGHT about doing what we were doing today. I never believed any of that nonsense, but there were lots of k**s (and adults) who did! So getting into sex games at some twelve or thirteen-year-old party was a big deal. I had never seen a boy shoot his stuff, so I was interested on several different levels.. She took a very motherly look at my well-chiseled body and my upright cock and smiled a sexy smile. She told me to lie down on the bed. I did as I was told. She immediately jumped on to the bed like a crazed vixen and took my throbbing member in her hands and in a split second my cock disappeared into my mother’s mouth.The feeling of my mother’s tongue licking the tip of my dick was amazing. I almost cummed right there but mom realized what I was sensing and slowed down her oral onslaught on my.