You better, God Damn It. You were feeling no pain when we got home and you wanted to have another drink with me. You began talking all nasty to me, sa...ing how it turned you on knowing all my friends were trying to hit on you and looking down you top. It only took a few seconds for you to put your head down and you were out. I thought that it would be a great time to see how much our son wanted to toy with his mother. JIMMY, she said. That's when I faked a call from Frank and told Jimmy I had to. I have to admit that extreme issue was most difficult in the area of sexual relations because I a hot-blooded sort of female with a great need for hard pounding preferably from the rear with great regularity. In point of fact, my shrink had told me in no uncertain terms that I was a “flaming nymphomaniac” and that I should try to get dick in me at least three times a day to stay satisfied.I found that to be good advice, but in recent years I had fallen to the average of twice a day and that. “Come onslut. Lick you mistress superior asshole lick the fatpig you are. Don’t keep me waiting or I’ll get theruler next time.”Jasmine felt a tongue on her butt hole in back and thenthe feeling of it trying to snake its way inside. Sherelax her ass muscles as the tongue started plowing infreely and she leaned over more and relaxed enjoyingthe rimming in back. This was going to be so much funas she let the old fart tongue her ass for a good tenminutes before finally. I inserted my index finger inside her, quickly stroking in and out of her quickly wettening pussy. Come here, I said, bringing her hips to my face. I pushed my mouth against her wetness, tongue playing and toying with her pleasure zones. I felt her hands on my head, lovingly embracing my oral stimulation. I brought my finger back up to fuck her while my tongue did a number on her clit. She moaned softly in the dimly lit room. After some time, she was close to orgasm. She stepped away, turning.