I sank my fingers into his hair and pulled gently. His mouth worked its way expertly over my breasts and the hard peaks of my aroused nipples. He nibb...ed, sucked and pulled, occasionally flicking his tongue over the sensitive points. I moaned loudly. His hand stroked my belly, round, hard, full of life and love and growth. His touch was warm and wonderful. I showed him my appreciation by pushing him down on my bed, my fingers clasped around his hard cock. I began to pump, the same time his. A wicked treat. I shuddered in rapture. My heart beat so fast in my chest. I fluttered my tongue through her snatch’s folds. Her tongue swirled around my clit again. She moaned into my pussy, her fingernails biting into my rump.“Oh, Mom, you’re going to make me cum!” I moaned into her pussy. “Am I making you cum?”“Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, this is wrong ... So wrong but ... but...”She sucked hard on my clit.I gasped. My butt-cheeks clenched hard. I whimpered and shuddered on her. The pleasure. Dreams and reality, past and present, they were all undistinguishable to her. As her mind slowly began to clear, it gave way to more and more pain in her head. She felt as if she had a hangover or a bad cold. Through the pain, April again tried to piece her shattered memories together, though she had precious little to work with. There was at least one face she’d seen before, which now swam around in the turbulence of her pounding head. Yes, she had seen him at the market a couple of times as. " Lona then grabbed my arms and said, "Jen,,,, Take a hit of this 420 and do a line of this good coke honey!!" I did just as Lona told me to do. Right after I finished my line of coke, Lona grabbed my head, lifted it up to hers and said,, "Honey look at me,,,, I'm a 54yr old white woman. The other women in here are also all white women in their late 40ties to late 50ties. Do you think we look sexy enough for your mid 30ties black husband Harold?" Right at that time,, I actually looked Lona up.