My pubic hair had been reduced to an afro of tangled sticky knots.I used paper towels and an awkward manoeuvre over the hand basin to wash and pad mys...elf dry. When I finally felt clean and comfortable again, I turned my attention back to the state of my trousers. Rubbing away at the damp stain with a paper towel as though I were sanding down a door, I made frustratingly scant progress and decided to simply leave the stain until it had dried, and deal with any mark that might be left on the. I switched back and forth between nipples and suckled until you couldn’t take it anymore. I then pushed your legs from around my waist and the brought them up to my shoulders so that you could rest your legs on my shoulders exposing your sex to my eyes for the first time. Although we were in the pool, I could see your wetness and anticipation. The position you were in allowed me to then feast on your sex with my tongue and after a few minutes of pleasuring you with my tongue I inserted one and. I have never lusted after Mom, never searched through a laundry hamper looking for damp panties to sniff or to use in lieu of a tissue for masturbation. Never did I sneak through her lingerie drawer to feel the soft garments that had covered her skin. Never once did I even think of trying to catch a glimpse of her naked body in the shower, water shining off her body. When I masturbated, it was never with my mother in my brain. As it should be, my fantasies were of women in string bikinis or. “Mr. Tugs” she looked at the bear “This feels so good, my Lulu wants to burst again.” Her control hand pulled her pussy toward her. She raised her head from the bed and watched her pleasure hand fuck her clit to orgasm. Her hips convulsed as she let the pleasure flow out of her. Breathing hard she fell back to a flat position. Her hands fell away from the little bald pussy. As she drifted to sleep she thought of Mother’s pussy again. But she didn’t dream about it. She dreamed Becky Anderson was.