She started inserting her middle finger in my ass hole, it was a pleasure undiscovered. Now with her finger in my ass hole, she started blowing me aga...n. I couldn’t hold more than 5 mins now and blasted my cum in her mouth. She drank it all clean.She got up with a smile and saidAk: it’s yummy, it tastes better than my husbands cum. May be because it’s fertile.Me: you can drink as much as you want. I have lots to make you pregnant.Then she removed her finger from my ass hole and started licking. I watched her dancing around and singing for the entire song. When the next song came on she stopped and pushed her cart near me and then she started loading a washer.I said, “You sing very well.”She replied, “I love that fucking song. I am a welfare mother and I can assure you that I make a better lover.”She looked like an angel, talked like a truck driver, and acted like a hooker. I just watched her as she loaded two more washers, put in the detergent, and then started searching for some. I scarcely had time to remember to pretend the boy I liked was plunging into my imaginary yoni; almost at once my hips were pumping frantically and my hidden lingam was gushing back beneath my big bim (my "butt," I think you'd say).It was the most supremely exciting time of my young life. I did it again and again, almost every night after that. I had no interest in whacking my lingam out front, as many boys did; I couldn't imagine that it would be even half so exciting as my girlish. Probably he had another queer daddy in his life who'd taught him the ropes. I slipped my hand under his panties and felt his hot, hairy asshole which instantly relaxed against my finger. Chuck pressed a hand to my crotch."Uh-uh," I said, swiping his hand away. "You don't get to touch it yet. But I did promise you could see it. On your knees." He dutifully dropped to the pebbly black top, eyes trained on my crotch as I took my time unbuckling, unzipping. I have a massive prick - always have,.