There was a vague memory that I had some geometry problems due tomorrow. I also thought there was a history assignment. I could not recollect actually...taking these notes, and had no memory whatsoever about assignments due tomorrow. Or the day after. Or any other day.After a few more minutes of panic I sat down on the floor again. My knees protested, but the calm I felt from the familiar position was worth it. Even without the breathing ritual I felt calmer. I enumerated the options. I could do. Abby’s eyes wandered a bit while she pulled herself together, but then she focused all of her energy on our coupling and attacked me with a fury I hadn’t yet seen from her.With Abby slamming up to meet my every stroke, it was impossible to hold off for long and when the first jet of semen smashed into her overheated cervix, Abby screamed out yet again and surrendered to the cataclysmic climax that overtook her.All in all I thought her wedding night was far superior to her last one, but that was. She was amazing – taking off a fabric swatch to uncover just a bit of skin from above her breast, and she bent deep to show the girls to the guys who were being worked up to a frenzy that reminded me of ‘Shark Week.’Then she walked and stopped at the edge of the stage, just moving her upper body as the guys were filling her garter pockets to the absolute busting point.Then just as she had entered – she left as the music ended.My Mom – the Ecdysiast!We got home and counted out $1,140, getting us. He pleaded, not wishing to miss this opportunity. I dont care! Fuck me! Without being told twice, he pulled his fingers out of my throbbing cunt, and knelt directly behind me. At first he fumbled with my knickers, and then pulled them to one side, I was so wet and swollen, he slid in very easily. Grabbing my hips, he immediately started banging away, as only a young boy can. This was what I needed. Oh yes Scott! I groaned, Faster, faster! Fuck me harder! Squeeze my tits! Fuck me, fuck me! .