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Now she was in a sexual frenzy. She pulled me up and kissed me hard, tasting her own juices. Then she said, "I wanna suck your cock baby. Let me taste that cock of yours."Her mouth was on my cock just like that and I was in fucking heaven. Her mouth felt softer than anything I've ever felt before. "Oh shit, that feels sooo good. Please don't stop. I think I'm gonna cum."Then she stopped and squeezed the base of my cock. "No", she said almost breathless, "not yet." Then she laid back on the bed and I climbed on top. She reached for my cock and put it inside her. Yes, this was the feeling I wanted for years. To have my cock inside my mother, the woman I love. I thrust my cock in her slowly and let out a whimper. Then I started to fuck her slowly. I loved the way she moaned. Kinda like a purring and moaning together. She reached down to my ass and pushed me deeper inside her pussy. Now I was fucking her in great rhythm. I reached down to suck on her tits. She looked so good as her tits. It wasn't hard and it wasn't soft. It was just sort of swollen. She shook his cock back and forth and felt the swollen veins in his balls. "Oh, yes honey you have to piss. I'm glad you asked me if we could stop."She touched Paul on the back of the neck again and asked him politely to pull over to the side of the road so that everybody could piss."Yes, ma'am. I'll pull to the side of the road as soon as this car in back of me passes. The road sure is deserted at this hour. If you want I'll also be able to get rid of the empty Champagne bottles." Paul pulled the car to the roadside and turned the engine off. He left the parking lights on and ran around to the side door of the limousine and opened it for the future Mrs. Silver.Sandy swung her legs towards the open door exposing her beautiful auburn colored fuzz of her crotch. In each hand she held on an empty Champagne bottle for Paul to get rid of... Paul looked up from Sandy's wide spread crotch and took the empty bottles from her.
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She didn't announce her presence, but instead watched as he finally came out of his post-cum reverie and grabbed a towel to wipe down the monitor and the table underneath it. She silently climbed the stairs to her bedroom and pretended to sleep as he returned and snuck back into bed.Soon she could hear deep breathing as he was clearly spent from the stroking he gave his prick. She slipped down her panties and raised her jammie tops up to her shoulders. She then began to rub her hands up her thighs and belly, squeezing her breasts and massaging the nipples in just the way she loved. Soon she was reaching along her slit and rubbing the fingers up toward her clit that was now fully erect, peeking out from under its little hood. She was picturing the pool boy next door, a muscular twenty-some kid who serviced their neighbor’s pool weekly. She had fantasized about him for over a month now but this was the first time she’d thought to masturbate to his image. She began to rub.

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