I almost thought I could feel her breathing against my cock. Luckily she was extremely wet. As time went on, I felt her stretch and adjust to my size....I started thrusting faster and faster. She started kissing me. I could feel her rock hard nipples rubbing against my chest. Soon, she had wrapped her tiny legs around me and was attempting to hold me inside of her. I felt the pressure building up inside of me. I knew I was going to cum soon. I struggled to pull out as the first rope of cum. But already she was thinking of how ashamed she felt, how sinful it was for a mother, even a adopted mother to willingly give her cunt to her very own son. She just hoped that Walters counseling sessions with Margaret Kelly did him some good. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Man, I really think this is doing me a lot of good, Mrs. Kelly, Walter said, later that afternoon. You must like sucking my prick better than any woman I ever met in my life! Then why dont you just let me suck your prick when. I slowly moved towards her cunt. She again started shivering I looked at her. She opened her eyes and ask me to come up, we kissed again. I again started kissing her body and slowly fingered her cunt. It was already wet and she moaned loudly. I continued fingering with 2 fingers.She was moaning louder and breathing heavily. I stopped fingering and before she could recollect her self I licked her cunt. There was a loud cry from her. I licked more she held my head and pushed towards her cunt. I. Her limited understanding of the man had helped construct a Promethean edifice out of the man, and she had shared that towering image of the man with the world, Berensen’s reputation rested on his music, to be sure, but reputations are all too often manufactured and embellished to suit commercial needs, and his reputation had been in her capable hands ever since his surprise emergence from the Soviet Union thirty years ago. She had shaped and molded his public persona as surely as any sculptor.