After a few minutes, I could feel her grip tighten on me. She kept whispering, "Oh, fuck!" and "Oh, that's good!" and "Yes, please, fuck me!" When I r...n the back of my thumb over her engorged clit, she stiffened then squatted on my hand, worming my finger deeper inside her. She squeezed my head to her breast, and I could feel the muscles clamp on my finger. She shivered mightily and keened out a high "Oooooo!" and I knew I'd achieved giving her a major orgasms. She pushed my head back and. After all she was thirty-seven and he but Seventeen. Yet May/December marriages, while perhaps rare, weren’t unheard of. The physical attraction remained as strong as ever, but Daniel’s tremors gradually became seizures. He refused the meds because they would dull his senses, slow him down and he wanted nothing to come between him and Gwen’s breathtaking orgasms. They were married in a simple ceremony, Daniel having changed his last name to Taylor, and spent their first night of matrimony with. Now, I ease myself back into the oversized chair watching the two of you go at it like teenage prom dates. I grin as I lift the bottle to my lips.Octavio kisses down your neck, unbuttoning your blouse as he does revealing a black lace camisole top that he pushes his hand under. You return my gaze as he kisses down your body and pulls off your pants, down past your hips to the floor. The thong you wear matches the camisole top and he plants kisses on your belly as he removes this too."Come over. Finally, I closed the thin binder and leaned back in the chair, staring at the story's title. Could it be...? I wondered, head reeling in a mixture of excitement, confusion and fear. Does Mom want to make love to me? "Marcie?" My mother's voice called from the kitchen. I quickly dropped the manuscript onto the desk as if it were on fire, and hurried toward the hallway -- remembering at the last second that I'd forgotten Mom's glasses, dashing back to snatch them up before racing from the.