“But I didn’t. Barbara is an adult when she’s in Cincinnati, able to give informed consent. She may revert to childhood in Evanston, but I knock...ed her up in Cincinnati.”“‘Revert to childhood’?” Barbara retorted. “You’ll pay for that, mister.” After this, though, the conversation got less confrontational. The meal was truly a feast, enjoyable even aside from the company. But Gladys crowned her gifts that night.“You’ll take Carolyn home, won’t you?” she asked Bill. Bless the woman! And he. I had set up and spied on her at these meetings and got some good videos, up close and personal, of mom in action. I had about fifteen short videos of these men fucking mom that I used for my own enjoyment. I decided to set up a fake profile on that cheating website and contact mom and see what happens. I have to say my mom can be very sexy when she wants some cock. She told me things like she wanted to swallow my load and wanted my cum deep inside her. more wank material for me. Then something. Dave kissed my forehead, then inched his way downwards, kissing every inch, pausing as I squirmed when my neck was reached, then spending some time teasing and tormenting my tits. Partly for fun, but partly I surmised, to give his tumescence time to go down.Every touch of his lips on my bare skin was like an electric shock, and I was tingling everywhere his lips had touched. I thought this was the ultimate in pleasure, but when he pulled my legs apart and traced his fingers, then his tongue. Our eyes glared at one another for over five minutes straight as my heart blossomed in ways Nancy never made me feel. As her hand was drenched, my hands snagged her right wrist. "Give me your hand," I demanded, bringing her hand up to my lips. They opened up and her hand jolted right into my mouth. "Suck my hand clean, Celia, I don't want even a single drop of cum left on my hand." Every square centimeter of the front of her hand was licked as our eyes connected once again. Her other hand.