My dick twitched in her pussy.Then she rode me with passion. She used my cock, sliding her pussy up and down it. Silky friction gripped my dick. I gro...ned, rubbing my burning shoulders on the ground as my balls ached to unload my cum. I grit my teeth, fighting against it as that juicy cunt caressed my shaft. She teased the tip with her juicy walls, squeezing and relaxing, driving me wild.I groaned out in frustration through my teeth. The heels of my feet drummed on the floor as I fought against. The thing about just being allowed to think, not being allowed to feel.Craig allowed--no, fuck that, Craig encouraged me to do both. When I got around to telling him--which I would--what had been going through my mind over the past ten minutes, from the analysis to the fireworks, he'd crack up and make a comment about how that was 'just like me'. I knew it.And that might've been the greatest gift of all.We were still cuddling. I was still sort of in my post-orgasmic deadassedness, but was. And they want to get together Friday evening. They ASKED me if I'd come with them."This was a day I knew would come. At this point, for all intents and purposes, she was like a daughter. And I was a dad whose teen daughter wanted to go out. She was seventeen, and when it came right down to it, I had only the most tenuous of holds on her. "So what 's the plan?" It's not a big deal," she said. "One of the girls is getting some movies, and we're gonna meet at her house and watch 'em." Are her. ”I couldn’t say anything. Mom continued to talk and I continued to stand frozen in place with my eyes glued to her tits. I felt my dick getting hard once again and soon it would be tenting out my pants showing mom that I wanted to do what I had all over again.Then mom raised her voice as she said, “Timothy Ivan, I asked you a question.”“What,” I inquired.“I asked, are we going to let this be a problem between us?” she said.“No,” I said as I thought that the problem had been that there hadn’t.