She gets very wet, which I love. I dipped my thumb inside her, pulling wet out and rubbing it up and down her labia while I probed her clit with the t...ip of my tongue. "You like my pussy don't you?" She knows I do, but just likes to hear me say it when I'm eating her."Mmmm yes, mom. I love it." Tell me what you love about it..." she said, cum drunk with the pleasure I was giving her."I love how you taste." One of her lips slid through my lips with a sucking sound. "And how wet you get." Looking. I was told he was a really nice guy, but I never met him because less than two years later he was killed in a car crash by a drunken driver. Sis was devastated and went into a long period of mourning.I continued fucking my brains out. Whenever I had the opportunity I traveled, visiting places like Key West, San Francisco, New Orleans, Puerto Rico, Costa Rica and Quebec. Anywhere that was interesting and had a thriving gay social scene. I had a good job and earned enough money I could do what I. That Christmas vacation he invited her up to his cabin for skiing with his family. His parents, especially his mom, adored her. His mom, Karen, had had three sons before she miscarried a girl. They hadn't been able to have any more children after that, though they tried.Ryan's little brothers, Robby and Will, thought she was great too, and the five of them spent one winter night all playing hide-and-seek and other games in the cabin together. Ryan slept in the loft above his parents room with. I said again, “Michelle, I love your tits!” Her legs were still crossed, and she swung the top one back and forth. She reached to the hem of her dress with one hand and slowly pulled it up saying, “I bet you’d like to see my pussy, wouldn’t you Joe?” “Fuck yes Michelle!” She had the dress bunched up at her waist. “Do you want me to uncross my legs? I know you love my pussy.” I replied, “Yes Michelle, please let me see your pussy!” “Well, for you, I’ll let you see.” Michelle uncrossed her legs.