To him she was all he could desire, a real woman, not some model in a sex magazine or page 3, but a woman he would meet in any street, desirable, and ...willing, begging him to take her, use her, enjoy her. a spitting image of his mother too, again he kissed her, then his hand found her fast wetting crutch, his memory straying to that time with his mother, the crunch of his fathers car tyres on the gravel outside, that moment when he knew it was impossible and he needed to get to his room… But not. Both of us groaned in ecstasy as she swallowed me down to the root. I could feel every move of Alicia’s tongue against me. She sucked me gently at first, then harder, and the suction was almost unbearable. ‘I’m going to come soon, Mistress.’ Reluctantly, it seemed to me, Alicia took her mouth off, then straddled me. She placed the tip of my engorged cock against the opening of her pussy, and I thrust upward, burying myself in her silken depths. ‘Oh!’ she moaned, falling down to kiss me. ‘I. Finally she brought up the idea, by lying of course. “Thomas, we’ve known one another for what? A good year now, right?” she said, which he said yes. “Now here we are,” she went on to say but stopped to find the words. He listened. “You’re all grown up,” she added and giggled too. “You too for that matter.” She smiled and giggled again. He smiled. “From what I know you don’t have a girlfriend, right?” “No Sister,” he said but thinking to himself as he called her Katrina in his thoughts. “I. The girl sat on the edge of the chair, placing her legs on either side of Sharon’s upper body. Although her night with Monique had been her only lesbian experience, she instinctively knew what to do. She was so turned on by what they had already done to her, and were about to do, she didn’t hesitate to stick out her tongue and begin licking the naked pussy presented to her. ‘Oh, yes,’ the girl gasped, as Sharon’s tongue split her thin pussy lips. ‘Pretty lady like to play now.’ Sharon’s only.