“I'll lick yours, you lick Terry's, and she'll lick mine.”“Mmm, yes, lick my pussy, Mi-Suk,” groaned Mrs. Woodham.“Sure,” Mrs. Kang said.M...y dick throbbed. I loved turning mothers into sluts. I watched my girlfriend lower her head. Her silky, black hair fell of her shoulders. Her hips wiggled, her shaved pussy tight and plump between her thighs. I couldn't see what she was doing, but my mother felt it.“Yes!” Mom groaned, her tits jiggling. “Ooh, darling, that's so good. Mmm, yes, yes, just lick. I’ve been asking too much of this damn ankle and it’s swollen and sore again. I removed my zip up boot and propped my stocking clad foot on the extra chair. I put the ice pack on it and began working. I looked up from my desk just as Joey walked in and closed the door. I said well, come on in Mr. Smart, make yourself at home, sarcastically. He said is this a bad time? I said no but you calling me at home the other day was. I’m sorry he replied, just needed to hear your voice. Not cool, I said.. Maybe dreams could come true, maybe one day she would be his. With her by his side he could ignore the jibes directed at him, if she needed him his life would be complete. He sighed again. He could picture her, her athletic body tight, taut and toned. In his mind he could see her move, lithe and graceful, her tight clothes showing off her feminine curves. Almost noiselessly Brandon whispered I love you, baby. 　, When he arrived home, Brandon let himself in with his key as quietly as he. I sat astride him, reverse cowgirl, his finger caressing my star, whilst I was pulling his dick.The phone rang and I reached across to answer it.It was his mother.I handed him the phone and got back to pulling him. He wanted me to wait, but I knew this was an opportunity to really tease him. He would not be able to talk dirty or lick me. I raised my ass and slipped my panties down a little, I bent forward giving him a great view of my brown hole and the string hanging out of my pussy. I was.