I could see your body moving. I was fucking you, but you were fucking me too. Don’t say you weren’t, Mom! You liked it as much as I did. Don�...t ever say you didn’t like it!” As she looked at him, Vic could see tears rolling down her face cheeks. “Maybe . . . maybe I liked it just a little, but . . . but I shouldn’t have, honey. That’s not the way it’s supposed to be. I’m supposed to hate it, not like it. Please don’t make me say I liked it.”He still had his hands on her meaty hips,. As she slid up my legs from my knees, I felt the warm wetness that I had missed so of late rubbing along my thighs. My hands strained at the soft ropes, longing to touch this sensuous creature on my lap now. Her pussy came to rest against my shaved cunt and her juice dripped on my swollen lips. Her hands were now caressing my tits as she licked and kissed up my neck and nibbled at my ears. As she roamed my body with her fingers, she undid my garter and removed it. Moving her hands between our. Kyle and have been friends for years and we are still close friends. We were in alot of youth groups, slept over at his house alot and we even worked the same summer job togather. We worked as "dick-a-dees" riding from city to city on 500+ pound ice cream bikes. we would get routes close to eachother so we could hang out and have fun all day. You can say we were more than best friends, we did everything togather. We would hit up all of the hot spots from local water parks, pools, baseball game. I vowed to accumulate more facts and to assume nothing. I will, however, refer to her as Mrs. Holmes for ease of identification and nothing more."Uh... Uh... I'm going to cum. Oh, yes, cum from a big thick cock stuck in my hot twat."The limousine suddenly served and a cacophony of car horns blared about us. "Quit masturbating and drive, you stupid bitch. Do you want to get us all killed?" my rider screamed."No, Mrs. Holmes," the driver responded in a contrite and obedient tone. That response.