In the crazed state of desire, I hadn’t really noticed that his green eyes were locked onto mine. He was looking for my reaction. When he bottomed o...t, with his cock against my cervix, he got his reaction. I closed my eyes and groaned with the deepest passion. This was it, I determined, this was the exaltation, the agony, the joy of fucking. This is why we humans fuck. When we next joined, it was with me on top, facing him as he lay facing upward on the bed. That’s my position ‘the cowgirl’. Kissing is for kids,” he said, sucking her lip between his before releasing it. “I’m going to fuck your mouth with my own.” Images of him fucking her mouth with something besides his own crashed through the front of her mind but spun away endlessly as he thrust his thumb into the corner of her mouth and swept his tongue into the dark recess. Moaning, she tried to catch him, briefly engaging the agile muscle invading her mouth, registering the sweet taste of bourbon lingering on the miniscule. "So, boys, what do you think? Do you like them? Don't they look good?" She pulls her left nipple up to her mouth and sucks for a minute "Yummy! Don't you want some?" Judy cups both titglobes and offers them up to her imaginary lovers. "See? They're delicious!" She moans; her fantasy lovers are getting her so hot!"What?! You want me to take my shorts off? You naughty boys!" She squeezes her cuntmound through her red shorts and panties; there's a dark wet spot spreading from her sopping pussy.. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to believe any of it. My mother was always a saint, or so I thought. The tattooist then came outside, and called my mom back, he gave her a kiss on the lips, and squeezed her ass. She said nothing, and went back into the back entrance of the sari shop. darkened, and smoke filled, I saw about four pool tables, and plenty of worn of couches. There was a lot of people inside, and yet I couldn't find my mom, my fua, or the driver.Five minutes later, the door.