But I do have one thing to ask of you and it might sound very selfish of me.” she said.OK, now I’m curious. “What is it mom? I’ll do anything ...ou want.”“Well, I’d rather not have to sleep in a puddle of your stuff tonight so, if it’s ok with you, as long as you’re going to… um release your stuff… would you do it inside me? I know it’s a horrible thing to ask but put yourself in my position.” She was trying to sound matter-of-fact and as if she was making a reasonable request but I knew. His muscles rippled smoothly in his uniform. Buzz Watkins did not fuck around when it came to physical fitness. He did three hundred push-ups a day, and a minimum of one hundred sit-ups. He worked out with sweating grunts every morning in his basement. At thirty-eight, he was in superb physical condition. The way he felt tonight, he could screw an assembly line of feverish girls, and go through the line twice without panting for breath.At the door of the house, Buzz rang the bell.He listened. Of course he'll notice from the sound of my voice how tired I am and he will draw his own conclusions about the cause of my tiredness.I have decided to be brave and confess everything Fiona and I got up to last night. Well, not exactly everything. I'll leave out Fiona's punishment. That means I can't tell Roger that it all started when I treated her sore bottom with moisturiser. I have to come up with another reason why she came to be lying naked on her bed, asking me to touch her.But my mind's. Reaching between them, she finds him hot and hard and ready and quite nicely willing to fuck her again. Lia sheaths herself around him, sitting up enough to feel him against her cervix and then leans into him enough to brace herself, hands on his chest, and she moves, and he groans and smiles. Orgasms don’t come quickly on round five (is it five, or six?), if they come at all, and she isn’t really trying to make him come anyway, because she wants him again before he has to go, before she has.