. . erm! . . . erm! . . . can I ask something?" "Of course ya' can love, why what is it?" Nodding at her tits I asked shamefully, knowing full well it...'s not usually a polite thing you ask your mom. "Erm... how big are they?" Mom then looked down at her ample tits then cupped them with both hands shaking them playfully. "Oh, these? ... erm they're a double E cup, why? you like 'em?" I nodded in response as mom put her hands back down by her sides then pulled her panties down, showing me her. ‘Where’s Toby?’ she hears her voice, so thinks she must have asked a question. ‘Where are you, darlin’? That’s the question I’d like to know the answer to. Where are you?’ She is looking at Jake the cowboy and trying to do the calculus that says the man in front of her is an astronaut, a hero, and it doesn’t compute. She feels a sudden fullness in her face, and her skin begins to burn. A tear forms in her eye, and falls, a silent sentinel guarding the walls of her resolve, but the wall. The chemistry was instant and explosive.pwt: I think the greatest memory of my life will always be straddling the gear shift with her knees splayed in front of me and her fingers in my hair, pulling my face harder between her legs as I plunged my tongue inside her.Breaut: Very nice.pwt: It wasn’t the first time I’d gone down on a girl but she was so musky and soooo sweet, generous too and just…WOW. I will never forget the little whimpers as she came, the exquisite taste of her flooding my. "He watches intently as you grip your hand firmly around the shaft. You slowly slide it up and down, up and down. With each stroke, you go a little faster, a little harder. Your head falls back as you moan."Yes," he says, his voice low and guttural. "That's good."You twist your wrist at the top, and precum begins to dribble down the head of your cock. "Tell me how much you like this. I want to hear how much you want it." You're fucking sexy." His eyes are fixed on every movement of your hand..