"God! I could do this all day. I love your big cock. Honey! I want you to fuck me now. I want you to fuck me. Like you never fucked anyone else before...." she moaned.I pushed myself off the the love seat. I felt my cock slide all the way out of her cleavage. I stood there watching, as Daryl's Mom got off the small love seat. She pulled down her small white shorts. She was wearing no panties or a thong. She also had no hair covering her fine pussy. She had two big cunt lips, that were exposed. I. I asked her about her education, life, family etc. Her response on the family part was a little sadistic, she said she was married for 3 years to Prakash, who often played cricket on Sundays in the hood. I said I knew Prakash, and he had never said he was married, and his behavior was weird. I said, “Prakash plays like a little baby, he needs to lift some weights” saying this she started to laugh and understood that she had married a jerk. She didn’t approve of the marriage as it was fixed by. "And besides that you're so..." He trailed off, looking uncomfortable again."So what?" asked Lynne."It wouldn't be polite to say it," he said guardedly. "I really don't want you to be madder at me than you already are." I'll try to control myself," she said. "Out with it. What am I?"He seemed to argue with himself for some time before he answered. "You really are a remarkably beautiful woman," he finally said. "I can't explain why I think that. I mean you're not beautiful like a model," he said. Once he'd got down his mate who'd been watching stepped up and she started on him. After only a minute or so though, the other guy ejaculated, pulling out immediately and scrambling up to cum on her face, spraying her muff, skirt and left breast on the way, and only getting a tiny amount in her mouth. The rest went on her wet chin and her left cheek, in her hair, forehead, and fringe. Ready to resume sucking the darker guy, he stopped her, saying he wanted to do something else no Sikh girl.