She felt as if she was in the midst of a sensorial maelstrom, being continually buffeted by hedonistic thrills and masochistic delights that she hoped...would never end. “Oh! Oh! It’s so good! Don’t stop fucking me, baby! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Oh yessssss! Keeeeeeppp fuuuuccccckkkkkiiiinnnnggggggg meeeeeeee!”Terrence felt the sweltering heat and erotic tingling that swirled within his testicles grow stronger with every stroke of his prick into the slick confines of the schoolgirl’s gushing young. Mom mixed milk in with the eggs and stirred it together. All the while I was treated to her breasts bouncing around and out, her pussy playing peek-a-boo with me, and her fine ass winking it’s incredible puckered hole at me. Finally breakfast was served, Mom got another cup of coffee, and sat down opposite me. Her shirt was not closed up like it had been and one whole breast was visible. I had never enjoyed a breakfast that much before.Mom said, “You may have noticed me acting a little weird. "When I got home, it was almost midnight. By the time I got the fire going it was midnight. There was just time enough to build a fire and get into bed on the sofa, before the witching hour.When I lay in the familiar surroundings, I realized Jose and Joan hadn't visited while I was gone. Maybe it was true that an idle mind was the devil's workshop, I thought. Either way, I fell asleep and some time there after I had a visitation. Joan was again baiting me with Jose's only average looking. "Why don't you come by at 1 and we'll go together. My butt feels pretty good and I don't want to miss practice."Sam agreed, gave me a kiss that would have melted my socks off if I was wearing any and went out the door. Les was lying on the bed. She smiled, patted the mattress a couple of times and said "Come 'ere."I lay on the bed and took her in my arms. Sam's kiss had been great, but Les put her to shame. After a few minutes we decided that, nice as it was to kiss each other, we really needed.