We talked a lot! I mean A LOT. About you. About me. About us. She has convinced me that it is easy to lose yourself in the moment. How do I know you�...ll survive? When you get home, will you still want me? And what about me? My urges. Not a night goes by that I don’t long for your tender touch. On a couple of occasions I’ve even found myself lying in bed thinking of you, only to discover that I’ve touched myself. Put my finger inside. Am I allowed to do that, since you caved in to your baser. Once inserted I began to pump my fingers with increasing pace until I had a firm steady rytham that I knew Brenda would appreciatte as the louder sighs indicated. Suddenly she stopped me. "let me raise my legs", she almost shouted. She was obviously very excited being watched and wanted to give the watcher a full show. I withdrew my fingers, she raised her legs and gripped behind her knees. You must imagine our friend veiw. A wide open fanny, lips all a sunder, dripping in juices, and below the. He picked up the pace, his stomach practically slamming into his mom's as he got lost in the sensation.His mother began to kiss him again, purposefully licking her grool off his mouth in the process."Look at you go!" his mother moaned breathlessly as Kyle continued to fuck her with as much pace as he could muster, so hard and fast that his legs were beginning to ache.He slowed down, propping himself up further and looking down at his cock as he withdrew it so only the tip remained inside of her. .and into the young man standing there. Turning, as much as room allowed, she excused herself, but cannot quite see his face...but hear a reassuring "no problem" in his soft voice.She had stood there for the past ten minutes while the woman in the front frantically pushed the emergency button,stuck between the 8th and 9th floor. She is quite sure it was that last few impatient passengers, unwilling to wait for the next car, who have caused it to stall. Damn! A missed meeting.As she shifts on.