His mother was in the throes of her own orgasm when she opened her eyes and saw her son trying to hide in the doorway; his cock protruding from the do...r frame and into her line of sight and his hand, clearly visible on its length.Sandy let out an audible cry. “Fuck-Me!”Marcus heard it too. He was suddenly struck by hedgehog syndrome as his mouth and eyes opened wide. He immediately let go of his cock, turned to run and then realising he couldn’t, bent down to pick his pants up; pulling at them. Never had they shared an argument, only love and happiness. Then, just as they were planning on children, he was gone. The river outside of the property had flooded. He wanted to check the traps any way. The muddy banks couldn’t hold his weight, and before he could cry out, the river sucked him away. The search parties never found his body, but they did retrieve his worn work shirt, shredded, and bloody lying on some river rocks, twenty miles out of town. She still missed him, two years later,. "Too bad," she said. "I liked to be alone." It's just a temporary, remember?" I answered. "And it's a holiday. Youneedn't to worry about this in next semester." Oh, yeah, sure. I forgot."I examined foreign clothes hid in my locker. I was afraid that they wouldbe extremely girlish, but luckily not - a vision of wardrobe full of pinktops and skirts haunted me from the moment I realized how the realityaltered after my transformation. It was foolish, I know. It was a Februaryin East Europe, wasn't. She threw her legs over my shoulders as she rode the wave of orgasm, her feet beating into my back as I saw her jaws whitening from the intense bite she had on the pillow. As she slowly came down, I licked and gathered all of her juices that flowed freely from inside of her and looked up to see a large smile on her face as well as a look of exhaustion."I haven't cum like that in a very long time," she smiled at me, "Thank you." I smiled back at her, my fingers still slowly working in and out of.