But it was as if what had happened -- hadn't happened. And she was being super-careful that whatever hadn't happened wouldn't happen again!Well, I kne... she had enjoyed it. Oh, yeah! But she was bothered by it, too. Why wouldn't she be? She'd be conflicted, at this point, for any number of reasons.I suspected that one thing Brenda was probably afraid about was my future behavior around other people. I mean, just about every human has had the embarrassing experience of being "humped," or nuzzled. She straddled me and impaled herself on my hard cock. There was a tremendous slurping noise as I sunk my dick into her spunk filled cunt. Then, as she moved back and forth on my body, Ana started to describe her three hours in that hotel room…Going up in the lift, she was trembling with excitement. She could feel the lift man staring at her; so. She suddenly faced him and pulled open her coat. When he saw her naked, his face went red and his trousers bulged with a magnificent 'hard on'. Ana put. .Quietly, I made my way down the stairs, and looked through the partly open door of the dining room.The sight that greeted me filled me instantly with lust, desire, and excitement in equal measures.My mum was wearing a dress every bit as short as mine, a top so tight her lovely breasts were clearly outlined, and whereas I had on black stockings, she had on red ones, with heeled shoes to match. "God, what a sexy slut my own mum looks, those clothes just cry out "fuck me now", I thought, but then. One of the articles in an issue of those days mentioned several interesting sex-blogs in Polish.I tried a few. I only liked Gothic Girl by a smart sexy submisseve student from the South.She contributed several times a week. Soon I awaited eagerly her next erotic episode to pop up.In between I read back in her elder blog stories. She seemed to want to achieve two things there.Obviously she liked to tell how her hot sexy experiences had happened to her. The main aim was to educate her readers in.