My mom would yell at me if I sat drooling on my knees as I watched tv.For a few of my younger years, I was convinced that my skin tasted like coffee i...cecream.It actually tastes milky and musky, like the time I accidentally drank my milk out of my mother's measuring cup when she was making snickerdoodle cinnamon cookies. *I wonder what Sherrie's skin actually tastes like....everywhere.I'm guessing honey is involved.*Breaking my reverie,something slammed and fell against the porcelaine. He explained as best he could everything that he saw the couple doing. How she had sucked the man off and he had licked her pussy and how they finally fucked. He said that he had seen it all and it was too much for him to take. It had made him so hot. That was why he had been jacking off. Kevin noticed his aunt's eyes on his cock. He could see further up her skirt now, and as if his hand had a mind of it's own, it again wrapped around his cock and slowly started pumping again. The pleasure. I half smiled though. I was enjoying looking at her, having her firm warm hand rubbing my bottom, seeing her beautiful bare legs which I watched as she stood, ready to strike me again and again. It was like a tease really. Bare legs, glimpsing her knickers that could be seen as she pulled up her short skirt before each stroke, beautiful, heart stopping, at least until the cane bit in to my bare bottom again and I had to focus on the pain. Then a breather, watching Zoe’s legs as they. She let her fingers run through the sparse growth of curly black pubic hair between her son's legs. She tried desperately to draw her hand away, but it was too late. She hoped she wouldn't awaken the boy. How would she explain to him what she was doing to him if he awakened? She knew how dangerous the situation was, but by now she was completely out of control.Angela sat on the edge of her son's bed and stared at the part of him that she had exposed, stared as no woman dared stare at her own.