Her mother’s common law husband was the most likely provider of sperm since they were screwing around a lot less by then. Mona did resemble him a lo.... She was a love child, so what did it matter?Sex was practiced freely and openly in the household with partner and visitors alike, so Mona grew up unsurprised by men other than her father under the covers with Mom. Thus, when Dad was away and a “close friend” stayed over with his teenage son, Mona knew just what to do when the son slipped into her. I know she needs air, I know she's desperate for it. I also know she won't get it, since I'm getting close to cumming.Charlene feels that she's getting less aware every second of what's going on. She tries to push herself of my with all her force, but she simply isn't strong enough. She's crying a waterfall, and I feel that she get's tired after 40 seconds, her arms push less hard, her head doesn't try to pull back as hard as at the start. And after a few more seconds, she isn't resisting. "I couldn't help but to check out her body again. I was still quite horny, but she stayed silent and allowed me to have my moment."Oh, how can I say no to you?" I asked, before going to my wallet.I didn't invite her into my room, but she came in there anyway. So I jiggled again and peeked at her again as I pulled my wallet out there.I pulled out some cash and strolled to her. "Here you go, Monica, money for the entire month," I pointed out, handing it to her."What's that?" she wondered, looking. Small tingle of drool over my chin.My hips grind slowly up to the window, twisting, turning, knees letting me slide down as a rushing sounds whirls into my head.I let go of the scarf, cool air rushes into my nose. I feel the glass under my body when I move up. My legs spread, my hands outstretched, fingers splayed, I open my eyes.Still watching. Desire on his face. *...touch me, kiss me, all over...*My hand moves on its own. Caressing my nipple, the swell of my breast. Tracing a finger.