I felt myselfgiving in to this degrading act more and more. I was his bitch and I was enjoyingwhat he was giving me. I was pushing my self back harder...on to him; I couldn'tkeep up with his speed but hell I wanted him to take me completely. I felt something pressing against the lips of my pussy and forcing itselfinside me. I screamed out at the stretching pain I was being stretched to themaximum. I realised it was his knot oh no was I going to be stuck to him. Funnyenough that idea didn't seem. “And you don’t want to wait until we get home, do you?”“Huh uh.”“Then why don’t you get up and do a little strip forLinda and Dave, just to really get them into it.”Chris scooted forward in the chair and then stood upwith his mother in his arms as easily as if she were achild. Heather squealed as Chris spun around once andthen set her lightly on her feet. She stepped back;Chris had done a strip routine for her more than once. Chris bent from the. I kept watching as she strode to the kitchen, I was starting to get a bit of a boner, and I was sure she new I would be watching when she bent over. When she came back I was sitting on the couch with the remote for the DVD player in my hand. ‘All done’ I said. ‘If you’ve got a DVD I’ll show you how it works’ She went to the wall unit and got a DVD movie which I inserted into the machine. She sat next to me on the couch, close enough so that her leg brushed against me. I quickly explained. He puts his hand on my neck, in my hair, and brings his face close to mine once or twice, but I don't really feel like kissing yet. This is the point of no return: do I extricate myself and call it a night, or go ahead and kiss the stranger? I feel good and there's a faint tenderness in his face, so I let him touch his lips to mine -- softly, lazily.I've never really enjoyed trying to combine kissing with dancing -- I can concentrate on the rhythm in my hips and shoulders or the art of kissing,.