I went in search of it, kissing her skin, trying to find the source, under her tits, tasting, searching, I ran my hands over her silken thighs.Down to...her belly button I traveled with my tongue,continuing to taste, she squealed loudly, her hands pushing my head down.I wanted her to quit pushing me around, I was the guy, I was getting there, I wanted to enjoy this, I had waited a long time to check out a real live pussy and now was my chance, I hoped no one came in while I was down there.I. He loves that. He pushes his cock deep in me and holdsit there feeling my man-cunt flex on his stiff rod.Sometimes he fills me right away then with his largeload of creamy cum, his cock growing even larger,throbbing, jerking and spurting his jism into me. Othertimes he rides out the flexing of my ass-twat on hisbig member. Then he fucks me more, slow, speeding upuntil he is slamming into me again and eventuallyfilling my insides with his hot jizz. He stays hard for quite a while then and fucks. Where was four of us and we would spend the night at each others house. We would all try to get beaver shots of each other moms. For some reason, my mom would always be the one that everybody always got a real good look at. As I grew older, I tried even harder and very successfully, to get a good look at my mom naked. For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to bust a nut deep inside my moms dark haired pussy. Mom and dad got divorced and I spent time at both houses, hell, they. " Ron's strategy was simple - keep the sentences really short - too short for Snape to notice any poetry. Hermione stifled a laugh, for Ron did not know that Hermione had been joking when she said Ron would be speaking in rhyme for a while - when she had lifted the curse, its effects were completely gone. Snape wondered what was the reason for Ron's fear of him today, if not unfinished homework. But Ron was staring at his desk, and thus his mind was unknowable at the moment. Snape heard.