My mother screamed and if I were not holding her down she would have shoot up from shock. I leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Do you still wa...t me to fuck you?”“God yes, give it to me as hard as you can, I was so close to cumming.”I kissed the back of neck and grabbed her hips. I started up again and with in seconds I was pounding her pussy just as hard as before if not harder. I used my hips and my hands to slam my dick as hard and fast into her cunt as I could. And each time I did I. Her feet were adorned with a pair of black patent leather slingbacks with open toes and three inch heels. This meant she had to take short steps, but she wasn't planning on doing much walking tonight. She had done enough this afternoon. Her long black hair had been professionally styled that afternoon and was layered on top of her head as if she were a fashion model. All during the session that annoying Jimmy Olsen hovered around her taking pictures. Although it wasn't as bad after she. I enter, feeling the warmth from the heating. Discarding my shoes, I walk to the stairs, not bothering to check the ground floor. Stockinged feet on the stairs, stepping over the creaking step. At the top landing, I turn, your room ahead.My hand on the cool brass handle, twisting gently. The door ajar, I hear the sounds of you sleeping. The room dark, a streetlight bathes the room in a soft, yellow sodium haze. I strip, quickly, my clothes discarded by the chair, no motivation to fold them. We arrived and when all of the students had taken their place, Betty asked us to get ready and you should have seen Becky’s eyes light up when we both stripped down to nothing. Her smile went from ear to ear and I winked at her. As before, Betty pointed out the feathers she wanted to the class to catch in their drawings. That included shape of Bab’s tit’s and the birthmark on her lift tit. I almost dreaded my turn and turned my thoughts to the project at work that I was working on and only half.