Afterwards, we lay chatting about it. Angela laughed at my wonderment."Sometimes," she said, "It never happens at all. If I'm tired or if I feel low, ...here is nothing. But when I feel safe and loved, my Martin, then, poof! I am like a string of firecrackers, one explosion following another. But you must not mind if it doesn't go that way every time. Sometimes, I might want just to make you happy and that will be enough for me."I didn't really understand but claimed I did. It seemed the wisest. But I realized something yesterday. Something I should have realized a long time ago. You are the one. I love you. I have always loved you, I just never knew it was this much. From now on I know I will only be happy when you're near me, when I hold you close, when I feel your body against mine and when we make love. Your body is what I want and it's you that I need."Her eyes watered again. "That's beautiful Stephanie. I... I don't know what to say." You don't have to say anything mom. Just show. My fingers were rubbing her clit, making her moan softly against my ear. I pulled her underwear off without a reaction. I kept going for a few more minutes, then decided to stick my tongue down there and experience some french pussy. Medium-rare just the way I liked it. I pulled my shorts down and reached for the condom I put in my pocket before I left my place that day. Again, to my surprise, she didn't say no. Upon strapping on the condom she had her hand on my cock, placing it inside her wet. My hands grip your buttocks, and pull you against me, but you laugh and step back. You untie the belt of my bathrobe, and push it off my shoulders, to join your towel on the floor.You come back to my embrace, kissing my neck, and then sliding down my throat to my nipples, which you suck and nibble, first gently, then harder, as I pull your head in tight against me.You ease down to your knees and look up at me with a knowing smile, as you hold my inflamed manhood in your hand, caressing my.