‘Just like how I need Scott taken for me to orgasm.’Jean bit her lip.‘And god do I miss cumming!’The psychic had known for ages that she was i...nto cuckqueening. Men could do anything to her body, completely devote themselves to her… and she would barely get moist. But have her watch from a closet or behind a door Scott taking someone else? Oh, Jean would cum before she could even get her fingers between her folds and when she DID manage she would be left a blissful wreck for the rest of the. I was lost in my thoughts. I didn’t hear it. It creaked again…this time I heard it. I opened my eyes. Mother was standing at the door. Looking at me in a strange way. I could see it…feel it…even under the dim light of night lamp. My heart was again jumping violently in my chest…blood rushing to my head…my cock swelling to a new state of arousal. She slowly tiptoed near me. I sat on the bed.”What happened mummy.”“Nothing…just wanted to talk to you.” Her face appeared flushed; her eyes wore a. "He had hardly said it when the door to the Hall opened. Freddie watched, impressed, as a long-limbed girl loped down the steps with antelope-like grace. Her skin was the polished black of a west coast African and her clothes looked as though they cost as much as the Ferrari. She tossed a Michael Kors "Skorpio" satchel handbag into the car, not caring if she scuffed either the bag or the car's upholstery. "Back soon, darling" she called to Norman before peering momentarily over seasonally. Just seconds before I uncovered it into the open air.As I pulled his underwear down his pelvis, I dragged my lips down as well. Through the light new grown pubic hair and onto his penis, my mouth traveled before stopping. His boxers though didn’t. He was hard, but not as hard as I knew he could get. He held too much resistance in his mind. My lips broke open and my head fell down onto his shaft. He was in a catacomb of hot, humid, oh-so-soft tissue sucking and licking at his most sensitive.