Sticking to to my slit. God, what a vulgar feeling. I couldn't help myself. Slipping my head under the covers, I slowly slithered down towards her mag...nificent cock. Very gingerly, I touched it with the tip of my tongue. It was natural to lick it, lick its full length... up to its magnificent head. The taste was... was... "I should warn you it's covered with you mom's saliva, Sarah. She slobbered all over it. Took it down her throat like the slut bitch I told you she was. Does that surprise you. She was drinking some tea and was lost in thought. Ever since her amazing sex with Brad, she couldn’t get him off her mind. He had told her that he would call her, and when she saw that he had texted, she bit her lower lip and smiled. She opened it and quickly responded. Her husband, Josh, was in the kitchen and asked her, “What has you so giddy?”She responded, “Brad's gonna be coming over soon…”Josh’s face dropped. “When,” he asked. Inga smiled and responded, “He should be here in about twenty. .." I can't be bothered. Fucking little boys! This has happened three times to me now. I said get those fucking fingers away from me! You don't know what you're doing with them anyway. Just go home. I might call you, but I wouldn't hold your breath."Curtis trudged out of the garden, exiting through the side gate. I felt a bit sorry for him; if I'd had access to a body like that as an 18 year old I probably wouldn't have just messed up the grass - I probably would have deliberately coated her as. I make up my mind to do it. Even if it was a dream, what could it hurt to have a little companionship? I hadn't gotten laid in over a month. I stop my thinking, grab my backpack and head downstairs to the kitchen and grab an apple before heading out of the front door. "BYE MOM!" I yell as I close it behind me. I open the side pouch of my backpack and pull out my car keys. I drive an old bumblebee style camaro. It's a little run-down but it's my baby. I go through the motions and am soon on my.