A little memento? Maybe a flyer advertising my wears. Woman, thirty-seven, married, mother, part-time poetry writer, part-time whore. I hear nothing o... what is said.Petit, for that, is the name my mind decides, walks over to the bed, and stands behind me. I do not move, but I am aware of where she is as I watch the other standing still watching me. I am trying to give her name, I did think of Rapunzel, but that would be too easy, maybe Heels will do.Fingers grasp my locks. I want to squeal but. I moan into your shoulder, bucking against you with a hard shudder releasing a stream as I cum hard against you. But it is not enough. I grab one of your hands, sucking steadily at your fingers. My hand reaches down to caress your stomach, then further to grip you stroking. I want to hear your moans against my ear again. I continue, even as I hear voices approaching the door once more. A gleam appears in my eyes as I watch your face contorting in pleasure. I feel you tighten in my hand. "If. . hard. Harder than she could remember cumming in a long time.As his own orgasm took over he reached forward and grabbed a handful of Michelle's blond tresses and hauled her to an upright position throwing his arms around her to pull her in tighter to him and shove his volcano-like cock even deeper into her ass. His hands grabbed her tits painfully tight and the sensations only served to enhance her spectacular orgasm.Being six foot two inches tall, he was eight inches taller than Michelle's. I was silent for a moment. I'd only just gotten upstairs, I hadn't even turned on the shower. "I'm sorry Momma," I said. "You always say that but you don't mean it," Momma said. "I do mean it Momma, I always mean it," I said. Then Momma took out a tape measure and started to measure me. I don't know why she bothered. They were always the same, bust- 42D waist- 37 hips- 40 I'd barely grown an inch since I was sixteen. "It's been a month since you had the baby and you still haven't lost any.