..No! Please god NO! Please don't letthis happen!" to an empty kitchen. I'm paralyzed; I can't move. My wifeknows me better than I know myself. She kn...ws my body is shutting downfrom fear, and sends a second but stronger shock to her silly littledicklette for motivation. After the current stops tearing through mytender flesh I jump up and mince to her room as quickly as I can. I pauseat her door when I hear moans timed to the sound of the rocking bed. Ireach up and grab to door handle but can't. Diana pulled her son’s hands from hiding his dick, and placed them on her breasts. Although Darren knew his hard cock was now obvious, he was not going to move his hand off the warm soft pillows that were his mom’s tits. She instructed him to squeeze her boobs and to play with her nipples. As he squeezed one of the rock hard nipples, Diana moaned loudly and felt the nerve endings in her pussy start to tingle. The same happened when he pinched the other one and Diana could now feel a few drops. He lifted me easily by my thighs and laid me carefully on the love seat behind us, he placed himself on top of me. Our kisses were intense, full of want. Our tongues danced with each other. He moved my hair from my shoulders with his rough hands then kissed my neck and bit me lightly. I groaned and pressed against him. He sat up and drank some of his beer, I took the opportunity to pull my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra. He began at my neck, kissing lightly, slowly going down. He twirled. They were both really tall and not wearing any shirts (even though it was December in Boston! Maybe Sweden is even colder?) and they were covered in tattoos. Each of them had a tattoo on their chest of half of a turn table. Standing next to each other, it looked like a full turn table which I guess was the point. It would be really sad if they ever had a falling out because then every time they saw their own chest they would think of the other and get really sad and angry.I looked around the.