The Matron moaned and writhed below Doxi as she licked her aged cunny.  Moans that only doubled as Doxi began to grope and squeeze her ass cheeks as well.<br/><br/>"As you wish captain," she murmered as she brought her head upwards.  Her mouth met Doxi's nethers, uncertain but not tentative.  Her tongue met Doxi with inexpert broad licks.<br/><br/>She stopped, and her hands came up touching Doxi's thighs.  Her head fell back to the pillow and said, "I'm... im not sure what I was expecting.  The taste is..."<br/><br/>She paused then her mouth again found Doxi's cunny, she grew bolder and bolder with her licks.  Her tongue snaking it's way inside of Doxi's moist slit.  "The taste," she said pulling back again, "is... tangy.  I kind of like it."<br/><br/>Then she shifted, and pushing her head further from the bed, pressed her mouth against Doxi's asshole.  Her tongue slid across the tight knot wetly, broadly, and then the tip was pushing towards the center of the knot, pushing forwards before pulling back and more long swathing licks.  If she enjoyed it as much as the taste of Doxi's pussy, she didn't say anything, but instead moved back down, her tongue again finding Doxi's slit.<br/><br/>After several more licks she again stopped to talk, "Mmmmmmm how am I doing?"