Indian Old Man Has Fun With His Client

When I returned she was holding the glass to her slit and letting all that wet goo drip into it. After most of our combined juices dripped out of her pussy, she started sipping it slowly. There wasn’t very much, but she sipped slowly, licking the rim. “I wish I could taste another girl.” She said wistfully. “`My juice is so good I’d like to get it right from another pussy.” “Well I know where you can get some sperm.” She laughed. “You mean from your cock?” “You could suck it till I shoot down your throat.” I said hopefully, although I didn’t think my dick would get hard again. “I’d like to try that.” she said enthusiastically. “But not now, we have to clean this all up. What are we going to do with the sheets?’ “I’m going to shower and get them all wet, then Mom can wash them.” “If she ever found out we were fucking I don’t know what she’d do, she’s such a prude.” “I know. But I was surprised at her no underwear comment, “ “Yeah, me too.” We went into the bathroom together, she still holding the glass. “I think this needs some spice.” She sat down on the toilet, held the glass between her legs and started pissing into it. “You’re gonna drink your own pee?” I said surprised as I threw the sheets in the tub. “Sure, why not? If I can swallow my cum and yours, why not pee? I’ve had such a thing about pee lately, making myself cum when I had to piss. What’s that noise?” We listened intently. “It’s Mom, quick jump in the shower.” A loud knock on the bathroom door announced Mom’s presence. “Is someone in there? I thought I heard voices.” “I’m on the toilet Mom.” Jill shouted back. “Well, hurry up, I gotta pee.” Jill Indian Girls Fucking wiped, flushed and drained the glass, then made sure the mirror was adjusted so I could peek at Mom. She pulled on a robe hanging on the back of the door and opened the door for Mom. Mom pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down and sat on the bowl. Immediately a heavy stream was hitting the water. She moaned with relief. “Oh I had to go so bad. They both looked at each other again. Then be on our way the day after." They came out of the bathroom and Sally asked if her and Greg could go to Costa on their own, l was more than happy to let them go together, well it wasn’t as if he was going to fuck her. Then without further warning Tracey's world exploded into a sea Indian Girls Fucking of pain as the red hot iron was pressed against her right cheek. My vision was blurring and I closed my eyes to handle the motions better. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I just gave in this one time? He climbed out and noticed there was a deck of some sort in the back. She is literally unable to resist her rapist.” She had her book bag in front of her which held down that part of her dress. Drool ran down my chin. And my climax began to come closer. "Uh, last night we didn't but this morning we, wait, last night?" Myself , thinking of fucking Kevs mom This incredible surge of rapture shot through me, making my cunt clench and my futa-dick throb.