It was nearly as good as a very good orgasm, and it lasted longer... It's true and no one can deny it, I'm sure. Then throughout the relationship betw...en mother and son there are moments of delightful closeness that thrills both (I think) down to their toes. The child feels a need to deny it publicly as he goes into adolescence, but both parties know that it is still there and both secretly enjoy it while protecting the other's public denials.I have known this pleasure of warm closeness so many. "If its because of last time I apologise, but lets sit down and talk about it"Finally she let him in. They went to the kitchen area, where it was hard for me to hear what they were saying. It sounded like mumbling, I guess on the count of not wanting to wake me up. I heard a pop from the winebottle, a little later som laughter. I was getting tired of standing in the same position, on the count of not wanting to make any noise. All of the sudden it went completely silent. I wondered if the man. She decided to give up the pursuit! Damn it... it's not worth it! I practically throw myself at him... and he tells me, 'No thank you... I'm not having any!' I wonder more and more maybe he is some kind of a closet queen!Her husband was there, big and jovial; he knew something had gone amiss. It was confirmed when Vivian looked up at him, her eyes miserable in defeat, and said, "Harry, darling... could I beg off... for the rest of the day? I'm getting one of those sick headaches... and... I'd. He pulled his thumb out and gently eased the full length until he bottomed out. Jackson set the rhythm, holding her hips and pulling her back onto his forward thrusts. She got the idea and after a few minutes she was pushing her cunt back onto his hard thick cock. The speed was increasing and he took handfuls of her long brown hair using it like a mane. Sylvia was close to coming again. She could feel nothing but heat, firing the engines in her body. He was pulling her back onto his cock with.