I knew it wouldnt end until he was finished, so I decided to move my body with his, following his lead. I'm glad that I did, because it didn't hurt as...much. He was really liking it too because he started moaning. Every now and then he would slow down/ or stop, to play with my boobs. He took turns either: rubbing them, licking them, or sucking on them. I actually kind of liked that, for some reason my boobs loved the attention they got. It didn't last long and eventually he told me to move. I. I had an instant boner. Mom was the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a natural beauty. Even without makeup, she could give those Bollywood actresses a run for their money. Her long black hair fell just above her ass when not tied into a bun.Her eyes, I believed, were the most beautiful, the sexiest part of her. I couldn’t stand her beauty. I walked up to her pussy feet and bent down on my knees. I raised her nightie. Mom was startled and looked back.She saw me on my knees and. " I thought so." Slap!"Ohhh... mmmmm... I'm thanking... thanking..." Slap!"It's time to peel these down, isn't it, Josephine?" Ye... Yes. Yes, Sir. It's... it's t... time."I took the dainty fabric again between fingers and thumbs and peeled it down over the twin globes of her ass. I slid her flimsy panties to her knees and told her to spread her legs to hold them there. "That way you have something to think about," I said.Damn. What an ass. I plucked at the fabric to make sure the panties were. No way that he could dodge that...” Maria paused as she suddenly realized there was a different possible explanation. “Not corporal, the car did not hit him because it was a ghost, right?”“Yes, that is what I believe,” Ronja responded as she visibly relaxed.Maria paused as she thought it over. The idea of ghosts stalking the streets of Stockholm seemed insane, but it seemed to fit the details of what had happened so much better. Maria thought about what happened after and recalled the sound of.