His tongue darted and delved, licking the creamy walls just inside her cunt."Ahhhh, baby, baby!" Donna squealed, humping her cunt into her son's face.... "Ohhhh, what a tongue, Mike! Ooooooh, give it to Mother! Tongue Mother's cunt. Oh, God, fuck me with your wonderful tongue, darling!"Mike's hands moved beneath his mother's churning ass, gripping her tight cheeks hard. Donna squeezed his face between her burning thighs, smashing his cheeks, then spreading them again. She felt his tongue thrust. She turned her face away from mine, but made no move to cover her nakedness from my gaze."Dear Earth Mother! You are so beautiful Treeya. Your breasts are the most magnificent things I have ever seen. Be proud of them, not embarrassed by them my little flower. Come here. Let me touch them."She moved forward and I reached out to her massaging both of her large breasts as I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers urging them to even more erectness.I kissed her open mouth, tasting. Bricklin and a solidly built, conservatively dressed black man apparently in his early forties were already waiting for them, along with Stan. As soon as they got into the room, Bricklin introduced the newcomer: "This is Leroy Kingfisher," Bricklin told them. "He's been overseeing the investigation in St. Louis, and I thought you might want to get some of this right from the horse's mouth."After a round of greetings, Kingfisher got right down to business. "I'm not sure quite where to begin," he. I hesitated before bringing my hand up to your hair. I placed my hand against the back of your head and grabbed your hair lightly. My eyes followed the path of my hand and I took in the man in front of me. Your once dark hair was now weaved with strands of grey, showing your age and wisdom. The side of your face showed the beginning signs of a five o’clock shadow. I ran my tongue over my lips before pulling forward, against your grip in my hair, to press my lips against yours. As my lips.
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