..At about 6-something I made my way to the bathroom; this time is optimal for moments like this since barely anyone is on the 5th floor, much less th...e bathrooms. I took my place in the stall nearest the back wall, slid my pants off, sat on the toilet, took out my bullet, and got to work. I got rid of whatever was in my system first, and then I switched on the bullet and placed it near my clit. The funny thing about trying to masturbate in a bathroom stall is trying to get into a comfortable. Her legs were splayed open and his hands placed her feet over his shoulders. She knew. Lifting her skirt, his head descended to the target of his desire. Her pussy was bared for him, open for the taking, for him to taste and feast upon. Dew drops were running down her thighs, even migrating toward her sphincter. The freshness of her evening dew was heady, intoxicating, and addictive. Manually splitting her lips, he quickly dipped closer and sampled the miasma that was her honey pot. Nothing. I slowly kneel down in front of you, taking your jeans with me. I stroke my fingers gently up your thighs, following it with light kisses until my lips brush your cock. Taking your boxers off quickly, freeing your hard cock I look up at you as my mouth closes over you gently, teasing you. I run the tip of my tongue up your length, darting it across the head, over and over again until you can't take it anymore. I slowly take your cock deep into my throat as I hear you moan in pleasure. I put my. The fact that she was my mother receded into the background gradually as the lust I was feeling took over. Finally I gingerly reached out my hand and lightly, gently cupped her breast through the nightie, squeezing it slightly then rubbing my thumb over her nipple. It felt so soft, so tender, so... nice. I began to move my hand ever so gently over her body, cupping her other breast and squeezing it. After a while I began to get far more daring and gently guided my hand down her body, over.