Mom continued rubbing her head with the towel, and her open boob continued swinging freely, driving me crazy with lust for my mother. The restraint I ...ad been trying to enforce for last few days suddenly evaporated, and I desperately longed to fondle those nice piece of tits. Mom was finished with her scrubbing; she kept the towel on the side table. She stood in front of her full size mirror, her fingers gently running through her moist disheveled hair. She stared at her reflection for a moment. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Charles — Oh, honey — keep doing that!"I promised myself I would take longer before I came this next time, so I started mauling her tits while I was fucking her pussy. I was really proud of myself on how long I'd gone with out cumming. I looked and saw Sharon's eyes were closed as I was nearing my orgasm."Oh, baby- oh baby — you feel so good in your momma's pussy!"I heard giggling, turned and saw the girls watching us. That got me ready to blow as I sped up and filled my beautiful. Persephone felt, rather than saw, the presence behind her. Whipping her head around, her hair flying around her face like the wind, she knew that she 'almost' saw whatever it was watching her. She could feel the renewed presence of dread deep in her stomach, as though the owl had again passed over her on silent wings, temporarily blocking the protective warmth of the sun; leaving her with the unpleasant knowledge that all was not well in the world.Her mother's hand on her shoulder brought her. Cuniff wondered about the urgency behind Coral’s incipient third-wheel-hood. Beryl had to have known his agreeing would make her beholden to him. Her stroking blurred all the angles. Absently, his regret vague, Cuniff approved. Beryl ceased working his meat over and kissed him. Not a cheek peck, but one full on the mouth passion exchange. This gesture further raised his suspicions. Beryl was not into such overt displays of affection. Especially in a site as holy as the library. Nonetheless.