You ask me to bite on them , and I am afraid at first to hurt you, but you keep prodding me to suck and bite harder, and I know that you are feeling p...in, and yet you display only the look of pleasure on your face. Your breasts are soft in my hands, and as I suck on one my hands caress and fondle the other, pinching your nipples, pulling on them and matching the intensity of my lips and teeth. You reach down into my boxers and find my cock, erect, and you feel it for the first time and comment. She starts fucking my face, sliding the full length of her lips over my tongue and getting faster as she starts to moan.“Stick it in me, fuck me”My mother climbs off me and lies down on the bed, I go between her leg licking her silky soft fanny and sucking on her lips pulling them apart. She really is soft. I flick her clit and her fanny moistens, with my mother moaning I move up her.“Fuck me now, it‘s been a week”I go under her legs with my arms lifting her legs high and wide in the air, her. They just don't talk about it. I can probably name at least a half a dozen of my girlfriends who sometimes orgasm when they nurse. All of us felt guilty about it until we realized it was so common. I think I'm the only one who told my husband though. After I got over feeling it might be wrong, orgasms got to be so common I almost had at least one everytime I nursed, sometimes multiples and I would then end up being soaked. Jim loved hearing about it, but he's a confirmed boob man. He loves. You know, the sanitizing kind. Now I know why. Did you actually need to pee, by the way?" Angie asked her pastor in her most seductive tone of voice."Actually, I don't need to pee. I followed you in here. And, yes, you can borrow my wipes. Here, take as many as you need, Angie," Sam spoke in earnest, her lustful confession arousing Angie even more as the Sloane girl wiped herself clean."So, now we know the truth. You want me. I want you. Does your husband know that you're gay, or at least bi?".