oh, no, you shouldn’t … Milf sex You know what I want – please, please, do me, oh please! ‘Aaaahh, oh fuck! … However, what was new and unexpected was the sight of the great ribbed plastic pole sticking out from my crotch, and the way in which its weight hung on my hips and its projecting spear both unbalanced me and yet made me acutely aware of exactly where the tip of the dildo was. lovers, being lesbians? AAH-AARRGH-AAIIEEEE!!’
I ignored this – or rather, I savoured it as the rightful tribute to my dominating sexual drive – because her body was already betraying her and starting to respond, humping back against my thrusts to maximise their impact, and before long she dissolved into utter incoherency as a tidal wave of orgasms engulfed her. From that sweet memory, my thoughts returned with a sick lurch to my immediate problem. ‘Wha … However, during the last year I had been even more preoccupied than most teenage girls, because it was now clear that Mom and I have one more thing
