John began the road to orgasm, with steadily more powerful thrusts. His hips were slamming into my ass, his whole body was crashing into mine. I was t...tally owned, my identity lost. My whole being was centred on the cock in my ass.It was so sweet when he came. As he began to gasp and his movements to jerk, he blurted: “O Alex I love you” which mean nothing more than he was cumming. His hips went into insemination mode: deep thrusts at the moment of ejaculation, finally holding himself deep. Because we couldn’t openly acknowledge these things and I had been away at the university and other business, we had not touched each other since that one time, and the feelings were intensified by the fact that my mother was carrying my child.Mom’s head was moving in a steady rhythm, and occasionally the camera showed how she was stroking my balls with her fingers. A montage of home videos and pictures from our family album was shown on the screen and slurping and groaning sounds could be. "What Rachel means," Sarah explained, with a censorious glance at her friend, "is that there are a limited number of places on the expedition. We spoke to Professor Turner this morning, and she told us there was only one seat left. We both want to go." Well, I'm sympathetic, my dears, but I really don't see what -" Professor Turner said that you should make the decision," interrupted Rachel. "There's nothing she can do, and you're in charge of extracurricular events, so..." So it's your. . we’ve never . . . kissed? You and me, I mean . . . would . . .’ ‘Oh Alex, yes!’ She was about six inches shorter than my six-foot-one. She tilted her head up and closed her eyes. She puckered her lips, and I leaned slowly down and gave her a tentative peck. I pulled back and looked to see her reaction. She looked at me and smiled again. ‘Can we, uh, do that again?’ she asked. I leaned back down and our lips touched again. She let go of my hands, and I thought something was wrong. I was about.