He wanted this. She led him to her bed and lay down on her back. She spread her legs widely for me, and I marveled at the sight of her glistening lips... pink and wet and waiting for me. I climbed awkwardly onto her, careful not to crush her with my weight until our faces were inches apart. I looked her in the eye and saw no fear or apprehension there; only desire and something like pride.“Are you ready?” I asked nervously, not quite sure how to proceed.“Make me yours, I,” she whispered. Faster and faster, I slid my hand against her slit, and she was enjoying every second of it. So much to the point she attacked my jeans and took out my dick. She smiled up at me, then looked back at it one more time before licking it from the very bottom to the very top. Encircling the head with her tongue, she finally took me all the way in, gagging slightly and then let up.She continued the same slow and steady movement while I matched her pace with my fingers. Finally moving the thong aside. Dropping the woman onto the bed, incidentally on top of her son who was sleeping there, I grabbed a TV set from a bracket on the wall and threw it through the window, hoping that there was no one standing below, then I kicked the rest of the glass out, as best I could. I grabbed the boy first and leaning out of the broken window dropped him into the arms of a fireman who was now waiting below. The woman soon followed in the same manner, she was in no condition to object. Looking around I saw. It felt completely different this time. There was resilience in the tube she sucked, rather than the feel of velvet-covered wood.His hands lay lightly on her head still, as she looked up, his spend still clearly visible on her chin and lips. She remembered her shirt, lying on the floor next to them, and picked it up to wipe her face.“Did I do that right?” she asked, looking up at him again.She expected his face to show relief, or maybe the relaxed glow of happiness. What she saw, though, was.