He ground on me holding my legs wide open with his legs, my heels were in the air. I could see my semi hard cock flopping all over like a rag doll, it...can wait. He was now hands on my legs, sliding in and out at high speed, I was being fucked in he mirror. My lust level was a 10. I could not imagine the fattest part of the top of his cock "all the way in" so I felt my hole with my fingers, As he retracted my hole felt really stretched and sensitive to touch, I wondered if it would ever return. Harder he fucks me, taking me so deeply; he finds a new level of desire in me even I didn't know I had. I can’t handle it anymore, I let go, crying out his name coming hard. The passion in my voice is clear, and RJ doesn't stop until he’s certain I’m done. I shake hard, knowing I never want it to be done. When I feel as though I can breathe again, I sit up and look at him. It’s clear how hard he is, his cock pressing against his jeans. It looks as though it’s going to bust out. I have him. Jane laughed and shook herhead while she continued cleaning the bedroom floor.Charles smiled at Jane's response, intrigued and hoping that the day wouldend the same way as the night before had. Charles daydreamed aboutexperiencing the feeling of their flesh grinding into each other as hisstocking covered legs wrapped around Jane's again.The daydream came to an end as Charles stared at the male clothing in theopen closet that he had backed himself partly into. The clothes remindedhim of the. The second time, there was some small wonder as to what to do about it. The third time, she lifted his hand to her thigh and sank back into her seat as her mother rattled on about whatever. It didn’t matter that her mother was talking. It didn’t matter that the hand trying to be felt through the layers of clothing was her father’s. When you could just lie back and feel warm as though you were wrapped in thick blankets shielded from a bitter night while your pussy dripped dew all over her.