“By the light of the fire, on a cold winter night? Your father, working late at the store, and you -- the shameless little slut -- bent over the kitchen table, wanting Mommy’s tongue up your ass?” “Oh god... No!” I denied in a panic, even as the imagined japanese imaged flashed unbidden through my mind. “Yes!” Kara continued, her voice so strong and convincing that I almost began to believe. “Fuck me, Mommy! spit you beg. Fuck me up the asshole with your tongue!” I shook my head ‘no’, fighting off the lurid suggestion. My head spun in a dizzying sensation. “Eat me, Mommy, eat out my little asshole!” Kara continued, her voice commanding and almost irresistible. Grabbing the taser, she turned around, reaching for the low hanging teats. She latched onto those hard nubs and squeezed them. This scene never grew old to him, no matter how many times he witnessed it. She reached out and pulled herself to him in a fierce, desperate embrace. My toes curl, the long-dormant juices threaten to boil over. I was going nuts. I savored it. Jake started moaning louder and after just a couple minutes, Amy had her orgasm. I looked over to my towel and remembered that I had remembered to bury my purse in the sand under my towel so I turned and we started walking towards the nude end of the beach. He needed to get stronger there japanese spit was no doubt about it. I lay with my back to him taking comfort in the sound of his breathing.