The damage was done. I was going to get this piece of Allie -- probably the only one I would ever get -- and let the chips fall where they may! I put ...ed out of my mind and concentrated on Allie.I fucked and fucked and fucked! I got off twice. I slowed down for a bit after letting go my first load in her hot pussy, working my way through the hyper-sensitive aftermath while Allie kissed me and cooed to me, rubbing and scratching my sides, her feet wrapped around my legs in some weird manner that. When I got downstairs my breakfast was waiting, like always, and my mom made absolutely no mention of what had happened.For the next couple of weeks I was in heaven. At night, when a storm would come so would my mom. She would come into my room and lay face down on the bed waiting for me. And in the morning the bed next to me would be empty and the day would go on as if the night before had never happened. But, unfortunately, all good things have too come to an end, including storm season. As. . or almost.He increased the speed to a slow jog and was starting to get into a rhythm, controlling his breathing and trying to relax, let the body do its thing. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before he was gasping, cursing his lack of conditioning. He had not run since he lost his leg and his body was punishing him for it. He was determined to push the performance envelope every day of his rehab, and he ignored the pain and soreness that came with that push.He increased the pace. "Just want to make sure you don't wet my floor as it is quite difficult for me to clean it." And you want another look at my prick." Why should I want to see that sausage?" Because you don't often get to see one perhaps. Or perhaps you want to hold it and do the aiming?" Just do it Englishman." He did. She watched."Your turn now," stated Tom. "I want to see how you manage on your own. It looks like you're a pretty independent woman to live on your own like this." You just wanna see my pussy.".