Only these thrust were slower then he was used to. Everyone else was fast and wanted to cum as soon as they could... He was taking his time. Everyth...ng was going slow. Neither one was ready to cum and after 8 to 10 mins in this positing Piggy's jaws was beginning to get tired. But he just kept at it. After all these guys were new, and both would compliment on how good it felt. Plus Piggy isn't one to complain. Especially since lately everyone was quick to finish. Another 5 mins. of this. Maintaining my look of virginal anxiety, but commitment, I sucked him hard, with my tongue flicking his tip, knowing that soon he would relax and enjoy our moment.“You are a piece of work, my love. You know that, don’t you?”Bryan then eased his legs further apart and rested his hands on my Amish cap. I lowered my mouth, taking all of his offering to the back of my throat and beyond. With the fresh image of butter churning in mind, I worked my mouth up and down, while sliding my palms along his. My story will only keep getting better, hope you guys keep on reading. I was in love with my mom. I dreamed of her, I wanted to be around her, I loved her smell, I could feel her taste. I fantasized of having her almost as much as I fantasized of being her. I began mastubating constantly, and my mom was on my mind all the time. She was the perfect woman with a perfect life. I became pretty good at pleasing myself, but I did not tell mom of course. About 3 nights after her birthday, mom and I. Raising the glass, she slowly let the booze fill her mouth before swallowing. She went into her bedroom and removed the business suit she wore that day. She looked at herself in the mirror admiring her 56 year old body. Her 37C breasts were still perky from wearing her bra all those years. Running her hand down across her tummy she caught the edges of her panties pulling them down to her thighs looking at her untrimmed light brown hair covering her pussy. Looking down her thick lips were almost.