She asked me if I’d update her on the progress of the night. I figured, why not! This might be fun.Katrina and I had little to hide. We both knew wh...at we wanted, it just hadn’t come to this before. I sat down in my chair and she came over and sat on my lap, facing me. I knew this would be a great night. We started kissing and rubbing our hands all over each other. It wasn’t too long before I suggested heading to the bedroom.I stood up, holding her, carrying her into my room. As I crossed. "I don't think that a good idea," he said still shaking his head. "There are some things better left alone." Why not?" she demanded. She could tell that no matter what he said he knew more than he was telling her. "I have a right to know what has happened. He was my husband! Besides, if it were better left alone then why do you think you need to get involved?"He had no answer for that and glumly agreed to have her accompany him. Silently he withstood her alternating pleading, whines, threats. Now that I've been in your shoes and have some lesbo experience, I think I want to share it with you. Would that be okay?" Yes, Mom, I'd love that."She pulled me back to her and wrapped her arms around me. I did the same before we pasted our lips together. Needless to say, we both rattled together, and I didn't know what to think of my feelings, but I knew they were good.We both kissed each other slowly, but lightly too for the first moment. Nevertheless, as the taboo hotness came upon us, we. Your hands move gently into my hair, and you hold me to you. It's completely unnecessary; I'm not going anywhere. I keep sucking and tonguing at you, taking you deeper and deeper. Then, just as you touch the back of my throat, I relax the muscles there and take you further. You gasp and your hips buck. I feel your hands tighten in my hair and you start thrusting into my mouth. I fucking love it. I feel like I'm about to come and you're nowhere near my pussy. I want you to pump into my mouth.