I bet Paul Robeson's Mammy didn't do what I was doing, as I pumped my mouth up and down on my son's cock, forcing myself not to gag, but making groani...ng noises and letting my saliva pour over his belly.Neither of us could keep it up as long as we'd have like. I knew I was close to the edge, so when I felt him jerking his hips, working his cock further into my mouth, I let myself go. My own hips were pumping up and down on his face, spreading my cum even further over it. When I felt his spunk. Unconsciously, Sia clenched her thighs together, a warm pulse of arousal blossoming in her pussy. If the guy liked it so much, would Dad like it, too?The clip ended suddenly. Sia shut the browser down. She tried to picture herself doing that for Dad. Her hand drifted down, settling at her crotch. She caressed and frowned. It didn’t feel anywhere near as good as when Dad was doing it.Frustrated, with nothing to do, she rose and limped around, eventually becoming so bored she did some chores,. Kicking off, she set petal to the chain and set off down the path.The relief at seeing two familiar bikes in the hiding spot near the fort was almost orgasmic. They were here. She was here. They would be one again. One from three. Not even bothering to conceal her white bike, thus opening their fort to possible discovery, she let it drop to the ground noisily as she quickly walked down the faint path. The bushes scratched her, leaving red marks on her brown skin, the fort's guards extorting. There's a poem that reminds us of what all women know,'That we must labor to be beautiful.' I don't look like this when I'mcoming back from my shower." And then the challenge began. "Naked,I'm no more beautiful or feminine than you are. We're so similar!"He stared at me as if prepared to scoff, weighing whether a snort ofdisbelief would seem insulting. But I could also detect an air ofwistfulness, as if I was dispraising something he coveted. "Your bodyis extremely feminine compared to.