This thing could break a rats neck. She screamed into her daughter’s mouths but didn’t stop touching tongues. She pointed to them and pantomimed j...ust putting them on and closing the lid instead of snapping the shut. Her nipple was turning cherry red.Waverly giggled at her mother’s pain.I put mouse traps on all their tits and then again on their pussy flaps. Waverly still had the words “Pussy flaps” written on her cunt in marker. She was dripping wet and backed up on my fingers. It made my dick. .”“Jenny, love ... what is the point?”“If you’d just let me ... the point is,” and she paused for dramatic emphasis, “the point is,” she said again, taking the world’s smallest nibble of orange, “you’re the one with the sexual experience. I’m just a student ... an enthusiastic amateur.”For a girl who thought of herself as an amateur (amateur what?), Jenny sure knew how to dress like a knowledgeable, experienced woman. There was something about her quiet self assurance, the way she looked at me. I push him to the back of the church and when I did, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him as hard as I could, lust taking over again at this sacred place. He was hard again and I loved it. Last night when I got home I asked his mom to explain to me and she told me she had sex with him! But... mostly every girlfriend he had only got his monster up once or twice and after that it got tired of them. It got tired of her too and I clearly heard the loss in her voice. But his mother always. I could hear her moaning again. It seemed she was enjoying this. Fine with me. It’s time to find out what a real slut she was. I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, hoping vaguely that it might wake her up, but mostly for the simple pleasure of hearing the sound of her ass being spanked while my tongue was inside her. I bent down further to taste her pussy again, plunging my tongue between her lips, my nose between her ass-cheeks, the smell of her asshole mixed with my saliva making me.