I push my ass back into your lap, feeling so contented with your chest pressing into my back. We both drift off to sleep, your arm wrapped over me, o...ur legs tangled. The next morning, I wake up to the lovely sensation of you kissing my neck. I let out a sleepy moan, not quite being able to believe that something can feel so good – not sure if I’m still dreaming. Your hand rests on my hip, exactly where I like it. You make me hot so quickly, baby. I take a minute to wake up properly, enjoying. All my practicing had paid off because T wasreally loving the sucking I was giving him. So was I. “We don’t have very long baby. Why don’t you climb up onyour first real black cock and see how a real one makesyou feel.”I would do anything he said at this point, but he wasright. I stood up and pulled my panties down and off,and climbed on him with my skirt still on. I was lookingdown at him as his wonderful black cock was already atmy pussy lips without any guidance. I. As old as you?"Then his eye moved to me. "You don't look old enough to have a grown up daughter."Harry was looking friendly. I'd expected him to bristle and fight. Chalk and cheese. Harry was normally very protective of Sally."Have we got anything to celebrate with, love? There's some cans in the cupboard. Do you want a beer?" Harry's accent seemed broader than ever. Was he baiting this man?Dr Whitehead - I would have to get used to calling him Robert I supposed - shook his head."No celebration. When he was just a boy, his mother carelessly would walk around the house, naked. She liked to do all the cleaning naked. When he was ten, she went from being Mommy to being a woman with tits and a pussy between her legs. By the time that he was fourteen, he wished that he could fuck her, but never had the courage to try.So, when he married Ellen he insisted right from the start that she sleep and walk around the house naked. As the boys got older, both he and Ellen would kid about their.