Go find a soup kitchen or a flop house. Get out!’ The old man got clumsily to his feet and headed for the door. He knew there was a soup kitchen aro...nd there somewhere, but his drug softened brain wouldn’t tell him where. He stumbled out onto the sidewalk and started down the street. He only went two blocks when he recognized the soup kitchen and staggered inside. The evening meal was about to be served but first he had to listen to a sermon. After the sermon, he and all the other lost souls. I lick the sweat forming on your chest then move to your nipple. Feeling my tongue swirl around then a soft bite to it makes your clit throb. You move your hips down and push yourself against me rubbing yourself against the length of my dick. I love how you feel and how wet you are. It’s such a turn on knowing I can get you so hot. You breathe deeply in my ear moaning as I move myself against your clit in rhythm with your hips. You feel like a flower opening up and inviting me inside. I slide. " I see, want to tell me about them." She sounded so different, like sheactually cared. Suddenly, I could feel the armor that had protected myheart, breaking. I didn't realize until right then how much I reallymissed my mom.Curling up in the chair, I talked about Kaylee and Tabitha. No, I didn'texplain how I switched from Eric to Erin, but I tried to express myfeelings as best I could.My mother listened; she actually listened to me, which was something shehadn't done in a long time."Hey, how. " She commanded.I held my tongue out as I felt her begin to lower herself down on me, the sweet smell of her pussy intensifying the closer it got 'til suddenly I felt the soft flesh of her lips touching the tip of my tongue. I began to slide my tongue slowly around on her before I felt her hold herself open and commanded me to put my tongue inside her, so I licked my way right into her tight little wet hole and began to fuck her with my thick eager tongue. She sat there on me grinding on my.