I could feel my dick touching her furry vulva.“I want to,” she said, in a whisper. She cleared her throat and said it again. “I want to.”“Ev...n when I’m inside you,” I said, “you can tell me to stop, okay?” She nodded, so I reached down and guided my dick to her slit. She was dry. “You’re not ready yet.”“What,” she whispered, then cleared her throat. “What do you mean?” she asked.“You’re not wet,” I said. “Can I take off your shirt?” She nodded, sat up, unbuttoned it and shrugged it off. I. Leon returned to the car and told Matilda which apartment was the guard's. He explained the layout of the building and other details. They drove home and sat at the kitchen table with Leon drawing on a pad and using the pencil to point to the areas he was explaining."We do it tomorrow," Leon said.Matilda caught her breath and then let the air out. She began panting. Leon studied her, and when her breathing returned to normal he nodded.Matilda tossed and turned in bed that night. From time to. I looked down and noticed Ken’s birthdate. Years before, when I was feeling very horny one day, I figured out that the physical and the emotional cycles would both match every 644 days. (23 times 28.) That’s 86 days short of two years. I was born on October 9th, so somebody born on January 3rd of the year before was a perfect physical and emotional match for me. That date had stuck in my mind. That’s when Ken was born. When Ken came back, I looked at him carefully and with almost some. "Get ready to be fucked, Joy," she warned me before she leaned up somewhat and began thrusting the dildo again.I still didn't know what Cindy was doing, but Sage kept my attention, and I made sure to reward her with my focus. I felt the pink rubber cock calmly going in and out my twat, and I just kept my hands on her thighs for leverage.'I could look at her boobs, or glance around to find my other mom, but the intense intimacy between my redhead mom and me seems to be priceless. With the lust.