.We had both finally hit 18, (I was a month and twelve days older) and by now she was the Hottest Brunette on the planet! We would still kiss, and i w...uld still try and touch her, but i would always get the "She's not read," but still i accepted this. One day after College i received a text message from Emma asking if i was free tonight, as she needed help with "Studying," she put at the end that if i helped her she had a surprise waiting for me... I arrived around 6-ish and said hello to her. "Coffee?" she asked automatically as they came through into the compact kitchen."Thanks, Loose. Although you ought to be thinking of something for that 'flu of yours. Got to get the temperature down. Wow, you're boiling!"His hand was like an ice pack on her cheek. She had to force herself to fill the kettle. Concentrate, Lucinda!"I'll go to bed straight away," she promised. "Thanks for bringing me home." It was the least I could do." He looked around at the kitchen, then strolled to the window,. Barbara squirmed and yelped, grinding into her son’s face. His eyes shined up into hers, although the ecstasy rumbling through Barbara made her vision hazy.“Ohhh, baby! You’re going to make mother come, Lewis! Oh, God! Your tongue feels almost like your cock ... fucking me! Mmmmm, fuck mother’s cunt with your cock tongue! Go deep, Lewis! Ooooh, fuck me deep!” Barbara’s hips jerked upward, smashing into her son’s face. She twisted and began to grind mindlessly, a frenzy of a motion as her orgasm. ”“That he might make me,” I corrected, my pussy clenching again. I really, really didn’t want to be peed on, but I would submit for Clint. I needed to submit to him, to do what he wanted. It was the yearning ache inside me. It gave me pleasure to please him and he knew it. He knew he had this power over me. A power that I gave to him.It was so sexy.I breathed in. I smelled the salt of Clint’s cum and a spicy musk. Aunt Cheryl smelled different than my pussy. I took another breath, deeper,.