Then as I thought about it I wondered if my studies about subliminal messages might just get me into my mom’s honey pot! Before I knew it I also th...ught that if it worked on mom then it might just work with Tracy as well. After all, her hand felt great on my cock and her tit was still making my fingers tingle! She was one year younger than me and sported an incredible 32B-20-34 body on her demure 5′ frame of about 90 pounds. She has store-bought blonde hair that looks great on her in spite of. The sound of my thighs hitting her ass mixed with her moans was really melodious to hear. I lifted her from her thighs and started humping her real hard and fast. She came all over my legs.I was on cloud 9. She made me sleep on the bed and started grinding and riding my cock. This was the highlight of the day and made me reach my climax. I told her I’m cumming. She told me to cum on her boobs and I did so. I started sucking my cum on her boobs and transferred it to her mouth.We were fully. Looking like the Goodyear blimp in a tuxedo, I was at the head of the table. Looking as pure as Botticelli’s Venus Rising From the Sea, wearing a peach colored silk Versace sheath, which left her lovely shoulders bare, Lynn sat at the other end. On her immediate left was a National Book Award winning female novelist, to her right was one of the better known major network Washington correspondents, who had let a rival cover a Presidential visit to the Middle East rather than miss one of my. Her eyes had a half conscious far away look. I didn't know what to say in a situation like this. She looked completely exhausted and worn out. I asked her, "Are you OK, honey?"After a moment or two, she slowly turned her head towards me. She just weakly nodded yes.Then, she slowly spoke. "I never knew it could be like that. I can't feel my legs."I nodded yes. "Baby?" I asked her, "It kind of sounded like you were crying earlier. Is everything OK?"She nodded yes. "I don't know what to say..