Where he was running off to in such a hurry, I could not understand. We brought the travois to a wagon that was just past the crowd of villagers, and ...eaned it against the back. Thankful not to have to carry them any longer, I dropped to the ground. I sat there catching my breath, and giving my muscles time to rest. It also gave me a chance to scan the crowd, looking at the emotions playing across the faces of the onlookers. I wanted to see if anyone was acting odd about the bodies that I had. It had no effect. All I could think about was the pain in my head. This was far worse than pissing away parts of kidney stone and that's as close as men get to the pain women receive when delivering.I looked at Cynthia and her bright blue eyes full of fear and worry. I focused on her and slowly the pain fell away. I kept on her, taking in the full flavor of what appeared to be her emotions. Images briefly flashed in my head of the day dad died, her first spanking, etc. Suddenly, I realized I. My hands are still on his shoulders, and I begin to run them slowly down his biceps. Wow. He doesn’t look big, but he’s cut. I can feel the muscles rippling under his shirt. “I think you know why,” he says softly. His eyes briefly meet mine, then dart away. He’s nervous. That makes me bolder. “I’ve heard things, but only from other people. Never from you. I’ve heard that you’ve made comments to some of the guys about things you’d like to do to me in the theaters after hours.” “I may have made. .Yes. Yes"I held on to my cum just long enough for Mom to reach her orgasm and then I exploded into her. She joined me in my morning run for four months. Finally Mom lost her excess twenty pounds weight. There was a remarkable change in Mom's personality too. She was more cheerful and she made some new friends.I decided that this morning we would skip our usual morning run and try a new fucking style. It was actually the good old cow-girl fuck with a slight difference. Mom was proud to show.