I told him I was 27, which I am, and thathe was the best lover I ever had. When Kyle said that he was going to leave and got up toget dressed, I stoo... up next to him, began deeplykissing him and took his limp dick in my hand. I said Iwanted him to fuck me one more time. I told him Iwasn’t done yet. I begged for more. I then dropped tomy knees in front of him and began sucking his dick andbobbing my head back and forth on it. He gave up tryingto leave and as his dick began to grow big. I remember it being a bit awkward at first as they were talking for a bit and I felt like a spare prick! Soon that was ok as the guy took off Debbie’s tight jeans and laid her down, he started to lick her out as I was kissing her and squeezing her very pert tits, she was soon fondling with my belt, and had my cock in her eager mouth which she was sucking with vigour. As I was watching her being licked out, I sat on her face and let my weight down on her mouth, it felt good having my arse hole. I can recall with crystal clarity the powerful sense of excitement and danger in the act. I knew Mom could walk in on me doing the dirty deed with her lingerie, but not only did I not care, I would jerk off furiously fantasizing that she would catch me in the act and finish jerking me off herself. Those were the best orgasms. I carried that cavalier sense of adventure into my relationship with my first serious girlfriend, Robin. She was a big-leg girl, and once she let me get my hands in. I almost ran over to where she sat on the kitchen chair dropping to my knees and reaching for the crotch of her noticeably wet panties. I heard Kara say from behind me “Slow down momma likes her panties taken off slow the same way she likes her pussy licked, ain't that right momma?” “Oh yeah baby that's right” Misty replied in a sultry voice I'd never heard her use before. My dick was about to explode between not cuming last night, the partial blow job in the kitchen, and thinking that.