"Lots. Of. Stuff." She giggled,then sighed dreamily. "But," she continued after a while, "he had to gethome, and I had to pick you up, so that was it ...or tonight."I was thinking lately, maybe Paul and I weren't going anywhere," shecontinued when the traffic began to move. "He's always been friendly atcollege, and we met up quite a bit, but lately we've only, like, chattedand had coffee. Running into him last night seems to have got things movingagain." So when do you see him again?" Mandy. I won't judge."*** A few hours later. I came back to my mother's house and things were unusually quiet during the day, because she always liked to do a million things at once.I carried my things up the stairs to the main bedroom, and then I saw it: My mother was sitting on the floor with her back against the bed. She was wearing a towel and nothing else. Her hair and body were soaking wet, and it was obvious she had just gotten out of the shower. I dropped my things and headed over to. " It was my pleasure. Now you might want to get dressed again before the next couple comes along."Dennis smiled and pushed his cock back inside his boxers before pulling up on the zipper and fastening his jeans. They sat together, enjoying the calm of the lake and the dusk light.Erin Cashman sat on the back porch of Cabin 1 with a beer in her hand and her feet propped up on the chair in front of her. Her eyes swept the woods behind the cabin before settling on movement behind the adjacent. He gently pushed against my willing man cunt, and his cock just popped in. I gasped with pleasure as he slowly entered me. Two strokes, and he pushed all the way in. I pushed back on him as he fucked me, and asked him how it felt. "Tight and hot," he replied as he gave me what I wanted. He must have enjoyed it, because he started to cum, and clamped down on his cock to be sure I got it all. I told him to stay in me until he started to get soft, and he did, gripping my hips, and pushing his cum.