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Walter still stared at her, shocked and excited that a woman who seemed so formal at first glance could talk like this. "Walter," Margret said. "This is how you get better. This is a cure for your problems. Now be a good boy." Walter smiled and stretched out on his stomach between her legs. Margaret stared at him eagerly, watching as he pressed his mouth to her throbbing pussy. Then Walter started licking and lapping, sluicing his tongue up and down between indian the swollen folds of her pussy, licking up his own cum. "That's a good boy, Walter. Uhmmmm! You're like eating pussy, don't you? I'll bet your mommy likes it when you suck her pussy too." Walter was too busy licking and sucking to reply. He thrust his tongue deep inside her pouty-lipped hole, shamelessly sucking his own cock juice out of the depths of her cuntal sheath. Margaret held his head and worked her loud ass slowly, fucking her throbbing pussy on his face. "I think your only problem is that you're too horny, Walter. I know exactly how to help you with your problem. I am sure your mother enjoys you no matter what she said, but we need to make some changes. Whenever your cock gets hard, you will visit me instead of your mother. That is my pre***********ion for you Walter. Can you do that?" Walter nodded, busily licking and lapping, sucking the cum off her pussy until the horny little fuck hole gleamed only with cunt oils and spit. Molly moaned as her pussy spasmed and she could not continue sucking my cock as her orgasm was too strong. “Sherry…this is the really secret part…I’ve been dreaming about my Dad and about ME sucking his cock. She dropped to her knees, with one fluid motion released his monster from its confinement. The noise indian of the crowd is building. Of course imagination played a HUGE part of it but loud still, if your gonna fuck then two people should FUCK. He held it out to me. I took it reluctantly, and opened it to read a short, handwritten note from Kavita. She kept milking him with the same pace and pressure like he indicated, but after a couple seconds, he grabbed her hand to stop. I turned slowly so they could read the front of my shirt. “I’m 18.” She too quickly understood the issue and we both got up.