Somehow, we knew just how to please the other. Our breathing increased, the moaning turned up a notched and the fucking became harder and faster. I wa... sweating, but kept going. If my mom wanted me to fuck her forever, I would. Anything to please her, I said to myself. Mom rubber her clit with her fingers as I fucked her and she screamed as she came. Once, twice, three times.Once mom had cum, I knew it was all right for me. I thrust my cock in and out of her wonderful cunt as I readied myself. She also baked lots of cakes and pies for me, I should say 'us' but she always made me feel she made them for me. By the time I left primary school to move on to grammar school, I had her wrapped around my little finger. I also felt I could trust her, over the years anything I said to her she would keep in confidence and not tell my mother. As I got into my teens the arguments with us got worse, as I got bigger and stronger she had trouble holding me for the spankings and got my father to help. The more intriguing alternate was a paper straw-wrapper; a number of potheads swore by those. Problem was, he was no less challenged on McDonald's straws than he was Zigzag papers. Bible paper it was, then.It took him ten frustrating minutes to locate the one he owned. It turned up on the shelf next to the box where he'd secreted the dildos and weed, so how stupid was that? The paper was super thin; a perfect match for the job. He was wary of using paper with print on it though--who knew what. Jasmine liked them too, but said that heels like these would be too high for her. Kate bought the shoes and feeling especially happy with this last purchase she was ready to go home now. Tonight they had a dinner party in Chelsea, at Emma’s house, her dear childhood friend, and she couldn’t wait to wear her new pumps for that occasion. As she was wondering which dress would go well with these heels, they reached the Bond Street Tube station. Here Jasmine was taking the Jubilee Line to the.