Carla would usually be "clothed" in an oversized T-shirt at the time, but as soon as Cheryl's mom stepped out the door, Carla would raise her arms ove... her head and smile. It became a signal: either Cheryl or I would walk over and pull Carla's shirt up and off and there she would stand, totally nude."NOW I'm ready for dinner," she'd usually say, "Or anything!"It's funny because you would think that after months of this behavior, the excitement would begin to wane. Not true. If anything Carla's. She got her long, bumpednose from a Russian Jewess, her vaguely Asian eyes from a waiter in a Thairestaurant, her narrow stooped shoulders from an old Polish tailor who workslate into the night. Her teeth, the few times I've seen them, seem to haveescaped from a British sitcom. But somehow, when she smiles, her face is morethan the sum of those parts, and she is beautiful.She is thirtyish, but her complexion is that of a child, fine-pored and creamy.She has no visible cheekbones, but her. He licked up and down her slit feverishly sucking the moisture from her pussy. As his finger began to probe at her opening his mouth worked upwards to her engorged clit, wantonly protruding from its hood. He squeezed a finger into her slick hole slowly gliding it in and out while he sucked on her sensitive nub. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily. Her skin was flushed and she instinctively pushed her hips up off the bed to meet his hand. As she felt a second. Now she had hit her stride and was ramming my cock in and out of those two precious lips, sucking the “be Jesus” out of me and sending me into a swirling cycle that had but one ending. I felt my balls start to tighten up as the ecstasy of this lovely girl’s mouth sucking on my cock brought me to the brink. I knew it was but a matter of time as my hips started to involuntarily thrust upward. I could take it no longer and as I reached my pinnacle, I spewed out a rope of sperm that splashed off.