He could feel her warmth through the thin material and the dampness seeping through. His erection by this time had grown to the point of being almost ...ainful. His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties and lightly stroked the outside of her lips, feeling the moisture cover his fingers. She moaned slightly and buried her head in her arms. His fingers dipped into her and her hips bucked as her muscles contracted around him. He left one finger inside of her while the other one slid downward. She let Dan receive her date. ‘Hi Greg, come in.’ Dan noticed Greg wearing a traditional black cummerbund and remembered the red one he bought. Oh hell, another time perhaps. Dan decided he could play the catty game too. ‘My wife is upstairs, wait in the den and I will see if she is ready for you.’ Dan met Laura at the foot of the stairs, she was carrying the box with Greg’s cummerbund along with her small purse. Dan took her by the arm and formally escorted her to their living room. Greg and. " Mom," I said, "I ain't no homo," No Harry," she agreed. "Ass whoring ain't nothing like being a homo."I felt better after that, then Rhoda shouts down, "Hey Mom this guy wants Anal, can you fit him in." You wanna do it Harry?" Mom said."Fifty Dollars?" I asked."Fifty Dollars," Mom shouted."Ok," Rhoda answered, so I went right up to the bedroom and damn me if he didn't know it wasn't Rhoda he was poking."Hey you're tight girl!" he exclaimed, anyway that ball bag done its stuff and I never. The skin on your legs springs up with goosebumps as my fingers trail lightly up your thighs. I feel, rather than hear, your gasp as I touch your essense with my mouth, tasting you, rolling your sweet flower across my toungue. You move in slow, flowing rhythms, as my exploration continues. My hands open you to me, and I penetrate your center with a movement of my mouth. I feel your response against my lips, taste the fluids of your pleasure trickling down my throat like a rare, sweet wine. The.