I had to reach for my zipper open it and free my cock. As I reached for it I felt that it had leaked so much pre-cum that my underpants were soaking w...t. I let it out in the open and returned my attention to Margareta.Could I? Did I dare? No. Not to fuck her, but to taste her?I reached up and pinched her nipple, not to hard, I remembered the tremble just before and didn't want to risk anything by being to rough. She didn't stir when my fingers closed around the nipple so I decided that she was. Then I feelsomething I didn't expect. I feel his mouth and tongueon my ass cheeks, play biting my ass and licking mycheeks. I start to get more and more excited by this!Then I suddenly feel his tongue slide against myasshole and I let out a long, deep moan. His tonguestarts to swirl and lick and dart in and out of myhole and he's making me wild with excitement! I hadnever experienced something like this before. I startto moan loudly now. "Oh, god, don't stop, that feelsso good!" He continues to. It was an early start and when I came down to breakfast, mum was already fully dressed. She wore a light blue, cotton dress, fully fitted with a neckline that revealed her cleavage — I had noticed mum's breasts before, obviously, but this time, they did seem very prominent. The dress fell just at her knee, and she wore tan tights and black high-heeled shoes. Despite her mature years of 59, she was still a good-looking lady. She was 5 ft, 3" tall, with a dress size of around 12, her breasts were. .” he stopped short when he saw Toni standing in the middle of the foyer holding a long chef’s knife. “And you are not Kelly.” “Who the hell are you? And why do you have keys to my apartment?” Toni asked holding the knife at the ready. “Um, can you put that thing away? You look like you might hurt somebody with that.” he said as he stood in the doorway with a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Dressed in standard naval dress whites, his broad shoulders and tall frame filled the doorway..