Growing up without a mom was hard. Tony’s mom, Mrs. C. always insisted I call her mom, I think she felt sorry for me and tried to be the surrogate ...om that I didn’t have since my own mom remarried and moved out of the country. I was over Tony’s house every day since my dad worked long hours. Mrs. C. didn’t mind since Tony was an only child she liked having me over keeping him company. Growing up next to Tony I got to see a lot of Mrs. C. and let me tell you she aged well. She must be around. She was delighted to see some precum form and she leant over to lick it. With her tongue still on him she looked in his eyes and then straightened, loving playing the part of a tease. She reached into the bag she had brought into the room with her and pulled out some KY Jelly and a small butt plug. His eyes became wary as he saw them but she ignored that and told him to roll over. With trepitdation he did, and then he felt some cold lube and some pressure. He instinctively tightened his. His tongue teased her clit, his teeth gently biting her lips and softly sucking on them, making them puffy and sensitive. Every now and then he entered her with his tongue, savoring her slightly bitter taste. Josh could feel her body respond to his administrations and moved to his hands. He entered her now wet cunt with his index finger, teasingly pulling it in and out, touching her g spot lightly. Sondra’s legs were like a bench press on his head when he started to finger her and when he. "Yes, of course," Christine agreed."And what do you like to do to women?" he prompted."Well, I like to stroke them and kiss them and..." Let's be honest, Christine." Mr. Warren interrupted. "You like to fuck women." Fuck?" Christine said, and the word seemed to explode in her mind, sending tremors of pleasure through her body."I like to fuck women," she affirmed, and again trembled with unexpected pleasure."Of course," Mr. Warren agreed. "It makes you happy." Yes." said Christine. "Happy. Very.