“No sir, please. Don’t take my pants off. I don’t know what will happen. I am scared.” Her concern sounded genuine.“Don’t worry, you can t...ust me. I will not create problems for you.” I reassured her. “Forget what will happen. Enjoy the moment now.”I started approaching her. With every step towards her, she was taking a step back. “No sir, please.” She continued.I caught hold of her by her waist, and started to undo the button of her jeans. She was not wearing any belt and her jeans had already. At first it was more like a tightening sensation and then the gulping sound came along with some slippery accent. Then he had gotten a feel of Clarissa's tongue. Clarissa was moving a head towards the scrotum dangling in front her eyes. She could feel Alan twitching in response to what she was doing, but the position wasn't too comfortable for her. Her neck started to get tired. So she ended up with sucking on just only the tip of Alan's member. She had been giving it a bunch of kisses,. Felt like kneeling on my knees and lick her till I die. She removed my shirt and jeans and underwear too. We were handling ourselff the rough way and I liked it. I went down on her and started biting her clitoris and licked it with my tongue. I flicked it and she was going mad at it,that warm pussy made me die. I was eating her wet pussy and I was loving each and every second of the play. She pulled me up on her and asked me to put my dick in her. Without giving it a secong thought I was in. I won’t lie – there was a time when I did resent the effect being her caretaker had on me, but my mom was the kindest, sweetest person I’ve ever known when I was a kid. There was nothing she wouldn’t have done for me. I guess that sort of just made it natural that I’d get used to taking care of her when she needed it most. I feel proud that I am the one who’s there for her, and not some anonymous rest home staffer. She’s always told me to go out and find someone, but to be perfectly honest,.