"Where did you learn how to do that"? I gasped."Mom told me about it. Do you like it"?It was all I could do not to cum right then. I was trying to del...y it so I could feel this for a while longer. "That feels great. Wait, your mom told you"?"Yes. She told me how to do it and then told me to save it for a special occasion. Happy Birthday, special occasion".Before I could say anything else she began squeezing me faster. That was the last straw. I let my hands drop to her butt and pulled her. Almost instantly I would then hear a chorus of muttered expletives, helplessly elicited right before you came.Not that night, though. Those moments were for savouring. For remembering. It couldn’t end here, we needed more to carry with us.You groaned as I suddenly tore my lips away. I couldn’t help but giggle, for you were startled and disappointed when I left you hanging on the edge of your orgasm, but I knew deep down your groan truly reflected your unbridled desire for what would follow.I. Their warm light flickered on the cabin walls making it feel so cozy. On one side was a small kitchen area that had a table that would seat four. It was loaded with covered dishes, wineglasses, silverware and two lit tapered candles. Dividing the two sides of the cabin was a long leather sofa and a couple of end tables that faced a roaring fireplace. A tall four poster bed dominated this side of the room and it looked so inviting with the old quilts that covered it and loads of pillows across. I had never experience such fullness, not even as a virgin. Still not moving inside me, he leaned forward to take my nipples in his mouth, first one then the other. Working back and forth between them, running his tongue over and around them, he had them throbbing like two fiery-hot coals atop my cooler tit flesh. Taking them gently between his teeth, he stretched them, milked them, until they grew harder and fatter then they had ever become during sex. They felt as if they were about to.