My cum races back inside me. She flicks her thumb over my sensitive glans. My body jerks at the sensation. Lisa walks the other side of the room. Hook... her thumbs in her thong and slides them to the floor. She then sits in the chair and spreads her legs wide open. I watch, helpless and horny as she slams two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. The look in her eyes tells me she needs to cum... NOW! Her fingers are a blur as she works in and out of her cunt. Her other hand is rubbing her clit. After this, he made many other preparations which included, among other things, laying out all the tools, putting a kettle of water to boil, making a noose in the middle of the living room etc. etc. .Heading back into the bedroom, Rahul lit up a cigarette to mask the overwhelming stench of puke and piss, filling the room. Looking at his mother half dressed, one tit out, lying in her own vomit, with her dupatta still around her neck, her head held back by her hair and surrounded by the platters. “For you!” Liz replied in a bright voice as she looked out my back window. “You said it yourself: If you play with the queen’s boobies then you have to play the queen’s messenger. I owe you some serious makeup sex ... and I owe you for going to L.A. with me ... and I owe you for ... I’m sure I’ll think of some other reasons later. I hope there will be a lot of booby playing tonight.”I thought she was kidding (about me answering the scores of messages, not about the playing with her breasts. He looked up at me, my long legs clad in fishnets, his cut stay-up elasticated tops, and nothing else, as I had dropped the few items I wore between here and the car.'Do you know who I am', I asked him, noting his eyes were fixed on my cunt, rather than my face, so I bent my knees and dropped down on my hunches, my knees wide open my soft bum grazing his dirty pants at knee level, 'now do you recognise me', I continued?The sexual tension in me was building, I had always thought about dirty sex,.