I don't date a lot and I've only slept with a couple of guys. So for me to be allowing this, was way out of character. Tyrone started to run his... hands slowly down my stomach took the bottom of my tanktop and started lifting it over my head. Now I'm only standing in my camisole and my panties. He slowly goes back up to my breasts and rubs them very gently, while he kisses on my neck and ears. At this time I look up and there is a mirror in front of me and I can see everything that he. I felt the warm burn of your whiskey-laden tongue trace over my scars, like you were trying to coax them into revealing the stories they hid.I pulled back. You pressed forward.You whispered something into my ear to silence the voices. Voices that screamed like the howling shrill of wolves stalking prey in the cold, dark wood. Voices that haunted you too and only when we meshed them together would they cancel each other out.So, I leaned heavily back into you.I smelled the subtleness of your. “I needed to talk with you about something,” she said, her eyes dropping to her feet.“I’m sure,” he responded flatly, leaning back in his chair. He let the silence drag on, watching as she began to grow uncomfortable. He waited until he saw her shoulders slump in defeat, before saying, “Close the door.”Her eyes lit up and she spun, closing the door quickly behind her. Ever so faintly he could hear the slight click of the lock being turned. Hands behind her back again, an almost bashful look on. My tongue soon got busy and my mom started moaning with excitement.Then I moved my face up and started drinking from her boobs. I found my mom giggling at that time.“Long back you used to do it,” she said. “Now you want to drink my cunt too?”“Yes, mom,” I said, making her grip my tool again. She gripped my cock tightly looking deep into my eyes.“You gave me your milk when I was a kid. Now let me give my milk to you,” I said happily.“Ok, let me drink your milk,” she said.“I want to fill your.