I dropped to my knees a second time and grabbed her ass. I began licking her pussy from behind. My lips were covered in her cum. I heard her moaning i...n pleasure, so I sucked her clit and fingered her pussy, fucking her so hard with my fingers that she rocked forward, closer and closer to his dick. She was really moaning now, getting into it. I spread her ass and put my tongue on her asshole, licking it while I kept on finger-fucking her. When she was worked up enough, I eased back and watched. It wasn’t until the following Friday that my mother finally spoke to me. “how is she?” my mom asked flatly, while looking at her dinner plate, referring to my ex. “we broke up.” I responded. I saw her eyes move a bit, this was a bit of a surprise to her. “well, I know you’re still grounded, but how about this weekend you and I do something? Like a movie?” she just brushed past the breakup news, secretly happy to hear it. “no thanks.” I said. I stood up, put my plate away and went up to my room.. Cat moaned again, deeper in her throat.Les smiled, “That humming feels really good, Cat. Now relax; we’re here to be tour guides to your body.” And he slowly started to push his cock further into her throat, then withdraw it back out, building a slow, but steady, rhythm, and penetrating deeper each time.Meanwhile, Sanjay was matching the depth and timing in her cunt, pushing slowly inside her, then pulling out, then thrusting more deeply, then pulling out.By the time both men were pushing all. A straight nose, captivating eyes, full lips; all framed by a helmet of auburn hair. Green eyes? I wasn't sure. I hadn't realised how small she was; maybe five foot three; her presence was such that she seemed taller. If I say 'not a waif – muscled from an active life and a demanding profession' would that suggest she was ... butch? Because she wasn't that either. Mind you, I wasn't – am not – an unbiased observer."Am I seeing the real Bella?" She turned to look at me when I spoke."I don't.