Standing there in my bedroom, frozen in place, unsure if it was from fear or excitement I let this stranger play with my swollen breast. Soon after I ...elt his arm move away from my waist and down towards my wet, stirring pussy. I could feel it wanting, growing, and begging for attention. It has been awhile since I have received this type of attention from anyone other than myself. One finger at a time I feel his hand over my warm clit, with that my entire body goes into overdrive with feeling.. She tossed herself on the couch taking off her shoes rubbing her feet."God I need shoes that fit... no I need feet that fit in the shoes."Tim crawled across the couch with blonde locks falling in her face, grabbing the phone and calling Amy's friend's apartment."Hello?" Christine answered with a thick Russian accent."Christine is Amy there?" Tim asked hurriedly"Ves, but she dos not vant to tolk vith you." Christine shot back. Tim always loved girls with accents. Drove him wild. "On thecond. ”“I haven’t had a single drink yet today,” retorted Tim softly. “With that excuse gone, why don’t you change that wishy-washy little mind of yours and go for option number two?”“You want to get fired and thrown out of here?” responded Remington. “I can do that.”“Actually, you can’t,” challenged Tim. “Not unless you’re willing and able to do the throwing. There’s no security working this affair, so you’re on your own, you chicken-shit prick. I’m sure everyone here would love to see you try to. Every nerve was alive with the electric arousal of that moment of ecstatic triumph. At last I was in mom. I was pleasuring her. I had the delicious erotically tactile tissue of her body, surrounding my manhood, touching every square millimeter. I swear I could feel everyone of them. I was determined to beat, or at least match my old man at this game too. But for more mom's sake, to provide that second orgasm, and I intended it to be an even bigger cum than the one earlier, on dad's.