Again.I slowly fucked her, and teased her tits mercilessly. I had both hands back inside her shirt, and nibbled on her neck. "God, Mom. This is incred...ble. I can't believe how good it feels to be inside you," I whispered. "Don't stop. Just like that. You're going to make Mommy cum again. I'm going to cum all over your big fat hard cock. Make Mommy cum for you, baby."I twisted her nipples, making her gasp. My cock was a steel rod, piercing her endlessly. In and out. Driving as deeply as. There she stood. Now everyone knew she wasn't wearing a bra and the way the dress fit they also knew that the most that could be under her frock was a thong, if that. Kevin saw her blush as they followed the Maitre D' to the corner table.Marcy felt wicked as her long legs flashed through the slit in her dress. She could feel that her nipples were getting hard. Like every woman, she knew when men were looking at her and if they liked what they saw. Plenty of the male diners in the restaurant saw. That’s something that I can’t control.”“Don’t apologize, Albert. I’m flattered.” Then being the Queen who can essentially do anything she wants to do with impunity, she reached out and rubbed my bulge.“Oh, Albert! You’re really hard!”"I'm sorry, Your Highness," I said as I gritted my teeth at the touch of her hand on my raging hard-on. I fought the urge to put my hand on her head and pull her lips to it.But I didn't have to. Isabella leaned forward and rubbed her lips and cheek on it. I lost. Now I was going to the local dances at home, and it didn't take me long to find a boyfriend, after all I was considered very attractive and quite a fashionable dresser. He was much older than me, (or so it seemed at the time, I was 19 and he was 25) and we started to hang out together at the dances and soon were dating. Bradley was nice, it was like older men were more confident and hence not at all pushy. He wasn't so clingy in public and showed a certain amount of respect for me. Although.