When I left college, the endless stream of pussy started to trickle down. I had a few key numbers in the neighborhood who I could call, and she would ...rush her smoking white body over here as soon as she could to pleasure me. But even though I was getting laid just as much as ever, it wasn't the same as college. I missed the yearly cycle of my frequent fucks graduating to be replaced by a new crop of slim eager virgins.I decided to get a job selling African Studies textbooks. It was pretty much. She was extremely wet. Basicly sliding, trying to keep her balance she slowly moved up and brought her right leg over my left thigh. She pushed my dick down touching my stomach and spread her legs just enough for her pussy to open to put my dick inbetween her lips, like a hotdog in a bun. She slid back and forth. Her perfect pussy sliding over my dick, leaving gleaming wet marks on my shaft as she slid back, she started to moan as my dick hit her clit with every thrust she made. Unable to. ..She wanted it all at once and she wanted it to last for ever.He knew exactly what she was feeling and he rose and dropped to his knees between her legs.He drew down her knickers and held them to his face,inhaling deeply.He was very stirred by the smell of her and he sought the source of the scent.He kissed his way from thigh to thigh moving ever upward to her pussy and when he was close enough he rested and inhaled the wonderful sweet musk of her..then moved closer to drink the sweet juice of. ” “Why should I, Cathy and Vicky don’t want me to,” “It’s wrong,” I lifted the camera and took another picture of my mother as she sat there which stopped her in her tracks.” “Ross, now stop that.” “You didn’t come back up while Mrs. Noakes was here and put on panties did you.” “Ross’s, this has to stop.” “Show me.” “I will not young man.” “Show me MOTHER.” “I can’t show you, you will see my bare, tickle.” I laughed out loud, tickle was the word mum used to call Cathy’s.