Feeding me his tongue and nourishing my cunt.He knows when I'm about to cum and will use that to exquisitely torture me. Bringing me to the edge, the ...brink, the precipice, over and over and over again until I am sobbing for release. Begging, begging, begging. My little fists pounding the soft bed underneath me. He promises me it will be better, bringing me to the edge so many times. Laughing at my misery, my pain, my anguish, my torment.I disagree because I'm a greedy little slut. "Fuck fuck. The girls have learned to cook from you and they cook for me. Today they've been packing, but they took a little time to bake some Hungarian pastries. I had to look for some special things for them, poppy seeds for example. My daughters said these pastries were your favorites."I guessed the girls baked Hungarian strudels in my honor. The two girls brought the four just ready strudels. The first was filled with ground poppy seeds and mashed pumpkin, the second with apple and cinnamon, the third. “Yes, how can I help you? Ma’am,” the guy said looking at my cleavage. “Is it Sean’s room?” I asked with a smile. “Yes, and you?” he asked. “I’m his mom, I have come to meet him,” I told him. “Mrs. Peterson,” he said with a smile, “Come in please, I’m Sean’s friend and room mate, Zack,” the guy told me, and offered me a chair to sit. I sat down crossing my sexy legs, and he sat down on a single bed after cleaning it a little. “Sorry, you know how boys live,” he apologized for the mess in the. She moved her leg up higher onto my hips, and suddenly I felt her wet pussy touch my cock. I could feel she was shaved smooth and bare, and she leaned her head back and moaned when my shaft slid down her slit. Her pussy was already soaking wet, I could feel her juices coating the bottom of my cock and running down onto my balls. My hands moved up to feel her tits - I couldn’t really feel how big they were, but a handful at least, with hard nipples I could feel against my palm. I tugged and.