Sticking my finger into it, but, before I could commence finger fucking her, Savita started to hump her crotch against my face. Her stomach muscles st...rted to contract, then expand, as she seemed to try and swallow my finger with her cunt. Her hips swayed back and forth, pushing her cunt against my finger and her clit against my tongue. “Move your finger in and out slowly”, she told me. As I did so, I realized that her body movements became synchronized to my finger movements. The faster I. "Are you real?"I closed my eyes for a second, and heard her move, felt a whisper touch my cheek, and there were those blue eyes again. And I asked"Are you?" God, I hope so," and she settled into my arms again, her head on my chest, "I certainly hope this – us – we, are real." And not just some random reaction to whatever Todd put in your drink?" Please don't mention that lowlife again right now. I'm trying to decide whether to hate him, or to name our first-born after him!"Now, that woke me up,. (or that is the name I have been called on this site)You know me My husband has put on this site two stories of when I let my two brothers have sex with me. He found he enjoys writing about these old incidents because it helps him relive the times. He has told me that he is planning on writing the stories about the other times I have had sex with other men in front of him. He has asked me to write a story and I think it is only fair that I also get to tell MY side of the incidents.I need to. She grunted from pain’s release, against Tommy’s mouth fucking prick. Robert felt his mother’s cunt clench his rutting prick reflexively. “I bet you like this more than sucking, Mom.” He ground his pecker deep and pulled it out halfway.The little flame in Joan’s mature loins flared slightly at her nipple’s release and the thick cock probing her pussy. Her son was fucking her, slowly, confidently. He had all the time in the world to plunder the place that was suppose to be for his father..