He had begun to take his clothes off, when he asked me if he could try something with me. I was kind of skeptical but I was horny, hell, he could have... tied me up and beat me at that point, so I said yes. He told me to lie down, and relax. He massaged just about my pubes and then down. His hand began to creep under my dick, and I began to breathe heavy. He told me to close my eyes, and a little moan escaped my mouth. He told me to bend my legs, and he began to lick that spot under my dick and. ”Pragya didn’t allow me to complete the sentence and shouted “Stop it bastard” and moved down from my body.Her face looked ready to burst into a huge sob, and I immediately knew that the spilled beans were not at the right time. I had to reconcile with my fake-mind of “Cute-and-caring boyfriend or Soul-partner” or whatever it is called. I pulled her close to me and she was keeping her face against mine. I thought she might force away from my grasp, but she was too weak, emotionally and sexually. Jeanne's face was flushed from excitement and her gasping moans told Barocca that the mere touch of her rock-hard cock on her cunt lips had almost forced an orgasm to pulse through her. But Jeanne's intensity was at such a fever pitch that the spasm did not satiate her brim-ming fire, it merely increased it. Jeanne was determined more than ever to insert Barocca's massive truncheon inside her gash of love and feel it deep inside her. But her heat was making her frantic. Jeanne was so hot. "I did as she asked and spread the rug and sat down, with Mum cuddling into me. I was pleased I'd had the foresight to bring a double blanket, as it more than adequately covered us when I dragged it around us. This was the second Friday night in a row that I had shared a rug with my Mother but this week only she was naked and I was a whole lot more confident."I'd just like to have a cuddle, drink our hot milk and watch the sun come up. I think any more sex would ruin a perfect night. We've.