‘He’s so thoughtful, too. Last month, on my birthday, he gave me a bouquet of daffodils, my favorite flower. And he cooked me my favorite dinner. ...nd he’s someone I can talk to about anything. I…I’m not sure I’ve ever had a friend I trust as much as I trust him.’ Leila grinned and shook her head. ‘Abby, I wish you could see and hear yourself,’ she said. ‘But you really don’t see it, do you?’ ‘See what?’ Abby asked. ‘I could be totally wrong, but I doubt it,’ Leila said, ‘but it looks and sounds. I was in junior high school and pretty much ignored her, because my mother pretty straight individual. If I done wrong, she will wait for my dad to come home and she will tell him what I did and will get ass whooping for sure .I often jerk my self off every tiimes I think of my mom sleeping with her pussy showing.My mother never change her clothes in the bathroom.She always come out from the bathroom with towel w****d around her or sometimes naked with just both of her hands covering her. But I want you now. I don’t want to have sex with you. We’ve done that and you were amazing. I want you to make love to me. No. I want to make love to you. I want to give you what you’ve wanted from me all day.” She took my hand and pulled me over to the Murphy bed. The only thing it had been used for was as a place to rest. She directed me onto the bed so I settled into the center of it. She stepped up and straddled me, looking down. She cupped her breasts and then squeezed her nipples gently.. The tip is stimulating my prostate. My own cock is harder than ever. I groan in pleasure as I realize this. Marcie laughs then almost immediately moans again. She begins fucking my ass harder. Soon she's gasping and breathing very quickly. I adjust my own rocking to be in counterpoint with her thrusting. Moments later, she screams, and I feel my ass being filled with a fluid.“What the fuck?!” I exclaim, but I keep my pace going. My mistress slows her pace after a few more thrusts and spurts.