My eyes moved up to my mother’s heaving bosoms, they were big and round like a pair of coconuts, yet soft and creamy, her nipples, like big round ch...colate drops amongst them – her nipples standing firm to attention.I rubbed my cock gently as I licked my lips, fantasizing of the time I would have been suckling the sweet milk out from my mother’s juicy tits. With my heart pounding upon my throat – choking me, I approached my mother’s wide spread legs. The small inklings of morality had already. She had constant butterflies in her stomach, she just wanted to touch him again, for him to touch her again but what if he didn’t want to? What if he regretted it? What if he couldn’t face her, what if she couldn’t look him in the eye? What if he didn’t love her back? Ben James couldn’t sleep either, his heart hadn’t stopped racing since that first touch of Izzy’s face. When he closed his eyes all he could see was her; her creamy skin, her soft pink lips, her half closed green eyes as she came.. I suddenly thrust up hard and she cried out and fell forward, her head coming to rest on my shoulder as she orgasmed. She gripped me for about a minute before starting to rock back and forth again. I had still not cum but was exhausted so asked for a few minutes' break.She climbed off and I removed the condom before she snuggled up to me. We held each other tightly, almost as lovers rather than two people who had only met a few hours earlier. Her hand wandered down my body and slowly she. “I stop here after class most nights. I have a soft drink or a hot chocolate in the cold weather. Coffee in the evenings keeps me awake,” she explained to Jesse.“Uhhm, I’ll have an orange soda, please,” Jesse smiled at the waitress, then turned his attention to Candice.“So, I gather you know her,” he said.“Yes, she’s in my day classes. Night school is me trying to get ahead ... maybe save myself a semester ... or maybe even a year.”“Are you from here? Vancouver, I mean.”“No ... I’m from.