Sex addict or not, she had a lot of practice, licking the underside of my shaft, working her head back and forth, relaxing her throat for me to thrust.... Even without her arms, the amount of care she gave my cock was as if she wanted to make love to it. Or maybe she needed this. She needed the taste of me, the taste of sex. Lips wrapped tighter as she pushed more of me inside, pushing her nose to my groin, willingly cutting off her oxygen. Chocking, gagging, she gargled before retreating for air,. Mother's gigantic breasts were bulging over the topof her black satin and lace corset. Her black satin panties had smallruffles and her black silk hose covered almost all of her shapely legs.Mrs. Epstein and her assistant seemed to be very surprised. Mrs. Epsteinexclaimed, "At least I know from where your daughters inherited theirbeauty! As well as their taste in sexy lingerie!" Mother's dress waspinned to mold itself to her exaggerated hour glass figure.Mother and Rebecca put their dresses on. I seized the opportunity and slid them in. I slid them in so far that I thought he'd gag but he didn't. In fact, a blissful look came over his face as he sucked my fingers like a baby goat sucking on its mother's teats. 

As he finished sucking my fingers dry, I took a drag off my cigarette, blew a thick stream of smoke into his face then reached up with both hands, grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face inexorably down into my pussy and held it there, forcefully, until he started to. Each time Ivisited LA, I booked an appointment with her.She was happy to hear from me again and said "Yes, I think I know justthe man for you." so we set a time for me to stop by. The plan was forme to park down the street from her place, she wanted me to walkseveral blocks before arriving at her door and then follow whateverlead she gave me.I did as told and parked several blocks from her door. Walking down herstreet in broad daylight was fun and a little scary, but I enjoyed itand took my.