I’ll have you know my people have a long, proud history of pasty whiteness.’ ‘Oh, you have Irish in you?’ ‘Yeah. You want some Irish in you...’ he asked with an evil grin. Katie laughed out loud. ‘Nice,’ she said. ‘Does that line ever work?’ ‘Oh, come on,’ he said, clapping his hand over his heart. ‘You’re killing me. That’s some of my best material, right there.’ ‘Oh you poor thing, you must never get laid,’ she said, feigning sympathy. ‘I don’t,’ he pouted, which looked ridiculous on such a. I am so wet that it can no longer be contained. You slide one finger between the pussy lips, barely touching the clit and I shiver. You pull the finger out and I say, "Please, let me taste it. I suck my juices off of your finger." You touch the finger to my lips and I suck it slowly, wrapping your finger with my tongue, making sure to get every drop. I tell you that I want to do the same to your cock. You tell me that you are not done with me yet. You take off my dress and panties and we. The ensemble was all topped off with a long duster that actually lay on the floor. It was a sleeveless, light weight trenchcoat of a sorts, with a huge feathery collar. He took this all in, absorbing all of the details, roving his gaze down, then up, her body, ending his examination at her head. Her hair, which was dyed with streaks of red and had strings of beads and braids running through out it, was pulled in a large, high ponytail, and it flared out like a feather duster. She had a pair of. What is really nice about Mom is that she sometimes thinks way outside the box of conventional thinking and just about any subject I wish to talk about is welcome as long as it is said in a respectful way, no curses or vulgarity involved.I felt that since she has her glasses all over the house, she’d never miss a few pair and would always find a pair when she needed them. This fetish for Mom’s glasses became quite the rage, I found myself at thrift shops of all sorts and many of these shops had.