Our bodies building up a slow thrusting rhythm, your hips thrusting up to meet my fingers, forcing them deeper still inside you, as I thrust my hips b...ck and forth feeding you more of my cock. Once you reach the hilt of my cock, my balls resting against your chin and the head of my dick firmly resting in your throat. You do something I have never felt before, you begin to use your throat muscles to massage and practically milk my cock head, causing me to throw my head back and groan loudly. With her huge breasts mashed into me, I honestly wanted to take her right there. There was this electricity between us but I let go and just looked into her eyes for a minute to see her reaction. She was still breathing heavy and I think she was pissed that she lost. She was the first to really say anything. “I really thought I was going to win. I guess you were just toying with me,” she said. “No. You were much faster than I was expecting. I am impressed. I guess I will be choosing who cums. ”“Trust me. There is nothing you can say that will shock me about my mom.”That proved untrue. While Sandy knew her mom often strayed in her marriage [she slept with at least two of Sandy’s boyfriends that she knows of], she had no clue that her mom was ever a prostitute.Over the next few days, Jason and Sandy tried to get things get back to normal, but that proved hard. Not having to lie to his fiance about fucking her mom helped but ... it was hard to just ignore.It was about a week later when. Tiffany smiledand led me by the arm to the dresser against the far wall, "OK, so I'ma little embarrassed but I'll just come out and say it - I'm alingerie addict!" "You can say that again," teased Ashley. "OK, soin the top drawer are my panties. You can see that I'm a bit of aneat freak! I like to store them rolled up and organized first bystyle, and then by color, and I follow the colors of the rainbow."Ashley rolled her eyes and we all giggled. "I'd say that OCD would bea little closer.