Her face was smelly and shining from my pussy juice, and how I loved it. We kissed and rested holding on to one another. Nothing was said, we just la... there catching our breath. I remember thinking, she may be my mother, but she’s also one very randy lady. It would be a challenge to match her enthusiasm, but I was eager to try. We lay there for quite a while, lightly petting and toying with one another. When I felt ready I gently pushed her onto her back and she smiled up at me in. "Take anything you want," Carol pleaded. "Take the TV. I have some money in my purse. I have jewelry upstairs. Take it all. Just don't hurt us." I don't want your things bitch. I want you. I want your pussy. I want your teasing white ass. Everyday I watch you ride that number 16 bus downtown and everyday and I say to myself, that white bitch needs some cock. I see ya all dressed up in them short skirts, the sway of those big tits when you walk and I know you need some fuckin'." Nooo, please. I tried to take both his balls into my mouth, I soon realized I could not and went back to focusing on one at a time. His cock was even harder now, I could feel his veins pulsing on the sides of his cock, and his head was coated with pre cum again. Lifting himself from my face, he used his hand to feed his cock into my mouth; I greedily gobbled it up, coating in thick saliva and sucking the pre cum from his head. He was gentle, allowing me to slowly work as much of him into my mouth as I could,. Despite my their protestations I made my unsteady way to the main door and lurched through it and into the cold night air. For a minute, I just stood there, breathing deeply, trying to rid my head of the heavy cotton wool feeling. At that moment I should have dug my mobile out of my jacket pocket and made a quick call to the local taxi office but I did not, deciding instead to walk the two miles back to the hotel. The road to the hotel was little more than a forestry track, large enough for.