"Fuck Mom, your mouth is amazing."But I wasn't to leave her left out, I pulled her around so that she was straddling my face. Her pussy was inches fro... my face and I could see how red and swollen it was and just how wet she was. It smelled amazing and I couldn't wait to suck on her clit. Before I could have a chance to do it for myself, she started to hump my face while sucking my cock. Her pussy tasted amazing and I was fucking her with my tongue while she ground her clit onto my chin. She was. Fortunately, I didn’t choose it so no one can blame me.”“It’s empty. Isn’t it? Just all of us?”“It used to be full of people, but they are gone now.”“Gone where?”He puts a hand on her shoulder. It feels a little comforting. Almost like he cares.“Natalie, I promise that if I could answer your questions I would. But right now, isn’t the time. Plus, I am on a schedule.”He starts to walk down the hall again and she follows.Once they reach her room, he leaves her alone for a minute and then comes. Sie schluckt alles, leckt sich die Lippen, schließt die Augen und schläft wieder ein.Ich taumle zurück und schaue zu ihr. Wenige Momente und sie dreht sich wieder auf den Bauch, lässt den Kopf über die Kante hängen und sabbert nun ein Gemisch aus Speichel und Sperma in Fäden zu Boden. Ich setze mich auf den Boden, lehne mich ans Sofa und schaue ihr ins Gesicht. Wer ist sie? Was ist das? Wohin soll das nur führen? Leben glüht in mir auf. Neugier, Abenteuer, Aufbruchsstimmung. Ich stehe auf, lege. Sophie and I met another couple a week ago and had a night of orgasmic fun. Two nights ago we meet a guy called Justin; he had sex with Sophie while I took photos and then I enjoyed sloppy seconds. (See the story called “After the races”).Last night I enjoyed the pleasure of a “brought-home” creampie. Here’s how it happened. We went to a jazz night and it was a good atmosphere – lots of wine and good music. I could tell she was getting horny. I leaned over to her and said, “What do you think.