We both kissed each other for a long time. She even inserted her tongue inside my mouth and sucked my tongue.I then moved a bit down and kissed near n...ck region first. Mom was moaning softly. Her hands were scratching my back. I again moved down and kissed, sucked both her breast for a few minutes. Her nipples became rock solid. I went below again and kissed her belly and belly button. It tasted salty because of the sweat.Then I went further south and started kissing her pussy. I was about to. I lent into him and put my head on his shoulder, it felt nice, as his scent and heat from his body were intoxicating. His acceptance of me made me feel comfortable and he lifted his arm over my head and came to rest on my shoulder, before I realised his hand covered my breast, and as I became aware it was there, I could feel my nipple hardening and I guessed he could feel it too, and it just made it worse, not worse that was painful or anything like that, just worse because it felt natural and. When she would begin to dress, again I would get back to my desk so as to not give her any suspicion I was spying on her. Sometimes she would stop in my room, always knocked first, and sometimes just go back down the steps to watch television or something.One day, school let out early for some reason, and I got home about an hour earlier than normal. I walked in and didn't see anyone so I headed up to my room. When I got there, I heard this noise and some muffled moans coming from mom's room. I. He was respected by the men and had a certain charisma. His Achilles Heel was his eccentricity.At one time the British Army was full of eccentric officers; Black Bob Craufurd, Picton, Chinese Gordon, Baden-Powell, Montgomery, Wingate, Mad Mitch Mitchell, etc. However in the modern army anyone who didn't fit the mould didn't get promoted, and Big Ben Westminster certainly didn't fit the mould – and how.We called him Big Ben, not just because he was six foot six and built like a second row.