He never stopped licking and sucking on her clit the entire time while she was rocking through her climax. As her body relaxed and she collapsed back ...to the bed, he explored still lower along her sex gash."Shove your tongue up me! Tongue-fuck me good!" she pleaded.He needed no urging. Tasting her oily, salty, slightly acrid fuck juices was enough to guarantee he'd keep going.He lapped his tongue all along the edges of her pussy lips. The puckered flesh seemed to quiver under his tongue. His. And she never wore a bra. The only real clothing my Mother owned were revealing party dresses. These all had low cut V necklines, and were cut so short she usually showed per pussy whenever she bent over. She was never allowed to wear a bra or panties under these dresses, no matter what the social occasion. At most social events everyone in attendance knew that before the night would end Mother would be naked with cum dripping from her holes.My Father also was an authoritarian. I learned early. My sexy wife had an evil grin in her face…Then I walked up behind my wife and kissed her neck while rubbed my fingers over her sweet shaven mound. Ana moaned loud and I knew she had come on her fingers…She turned her head to me and we kissed deeply.Ana had warned me she had a date with a guy I had never met.His name was Alfred and he was a new client of the company Ana worked for. Her Boss had asked my wife to entertain this guy...I asked her if she thought she was going to get lucky. . there I was!It felt warm, comforting. I was standing on a hill, there was a breeze against my face, though again, there hadn't been until I'd considered it, then there it was! It was quiet, peaceful, just as I imagined it might be, would be. I looked down at myself, I was old."Damn! Arn't we supposed to change back to the best way we ever looked, or should look?" I wondered. And suddenly, I did. At least I wasn't just a thought floating around without substance. Then I grimaced, worried that.