Then we went back and talked for some more days and our sexting became regular. We built some passion for each other. Daily she and I used to share ev...ry detail of what we wore on that particular day. We got so interested in each other and thought to have sex.So we planned to book an Oyo room, meet there. Yes, she was ready to even share our bill. I liked that because it shows how self-respected she was and her willingness to enjoy with me.On that particular day, we checked in into our room. I dove on mom. Or, at least a part of her.“Just look at this big cock-head!” I said as a grabbed it with both hands and lifted it from the floor. It was like picking up a watermelon!Damn, her cock was massive! I had a sudden insane image in my mind of mom hanging from the rafters as a boxer used her cock as a heavy-bag. The mass and girth were almost perfect for a fighter in training. I could feel her pulse beating rapidly in the huge glans as I squeezed it.“It’s as big as a watermelon!” I. I returned the favour, savouring the feel of his hard muscles under my fingers as I slid my hands over his strong back. Our tongues dueled, and I could hear myself mewling into his mouth, desperate for more – more contact, more heat, more pleasure.I whined when his lips left mine, then called out when they surrounded my nipple instead, sending a flash of searing heat to my core. “Please!” I begged, and felt him finally slide between my thighs, his length teasing against me. I wrapped my legs. Vicky at 19 has had so many boys' tool's in her that if they were quills, she would look like a porcupine. She was real apologetic after that incident and I kept her on her toes by pretending I hadn't quite forgiven her as yet. I am ashamed to admit that I allowed her to shave my slit with tender attention all the while giving her nasty comments about her slutty ways. I was a little embarrassed when her ministrations caused me to lose some juices that sprayed all over her fingers and hands. I.