I just knew that her body shook, and her heels drummed on my sweaty back. I began to pull back my face only to find her hands pressing me hard agains... her dripping cunt. I labored onward to give her more. Eventually, my mom released my head from her passionate embrace. I rose up to see her body gleaming moistly in the dim illumination. Her chest rose and fell with her panting as her head lolled back and forth on her pillow. "Are you okay, mom?" Oh, yes!" she gasped and held her hands out to. Chastity had the verve, the sprightliness and the audacity; the daring over self confidence and a sixth sense of coiled latent human carnality that could be exposed in everyone she approached and to initiate sex, successfully with anyone. He barely suppressed a smirk recalling the College principal in the roadhouse toilets; the boldness, and the impudence and to get Erica and Bethany, lustfully and obscenely participating.Where was sex with Chastity taking Bernard or Chastity for that matter?. The more she wiggled the more her bottom came out from under the dress, she kicked her lace topped, thigh-high covered legs up and down and squealed as she counted out each number. Eventually, we reached 20, her dress was bunched up under her 34C breasts and her buttocks were a nice pink. "I'm sorry, let me make it up to you," she said as she slid to her knees on the floor in front of me, and reached up to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. I arched my body up to let her pull my. He pumped more out, slowed down and raised his head. We were eye-to-eye, sweat rolling off our foreheads.“Open your mouth again, son.”I opened wide and he spit a mouthful of Cope and Marlboro saliva into my throat. I swallowed with a loud gulp. He grabbed my waist again and pulled me back over tight against him. We both relaxed in each others arms, out of breath and panting as our chests continued to heave up and down. I could smell sweat, smoke, Cope and jizz all at the same time. Liting up.