As soon as she felt my c**k begin to grow, she stopped. She pulled her hand away and told me to be a good boy and that's what I get for looking at the...hostess. Needless to say I was sitting there with a rock solid c**k and nothing to do with it. After a few drinks we sat at our table in a nice corner of the restaurant, with a view of the ocean out of one window and a fireplace on the other side I could not have picked a better spot in the place if I asked for it. It was a nice distance away. Although it made it no less tragic, it came as no surprise to anyone that she had killed herself. It was, after all, widely known, both in Michelle’s circle of friends and by the residents of her dorm that she had been increasingly depressed in recent months, even suicidal. She had even set up attempts to commit suicide that she had failed to go through with. This time, however, was different. This time she couldn’t fail. This time, she drove her car off of a bridge. The aqueduct was low, so. Fuck me now!” she whispered, catching her breath. I moved up on top of her, guiding my hard cock to her delta and without ceremony slowly pushed myself into her yielding pussy. The feel of her sent delicious bolts of pleasure through my entire being. My cock slid all the way into her and I held it still, inside her, savoring the feel of her on my shaft. She bucked her hips upward and down, moving like a lioness in heat. Sweat poured from her and her face and chest were splotched with. I suppose I should explainabout my mom.She was my stepmom and since I lost my daddy she was all I had buttruthfully we didn't see each other as much as we should, and I reallydidn't know much about her life. Although she knew that I was a lesbianwith a soul partner.Michelle and I have a very open relationship, and there were times that I'darrive home and she might have somebody there, and we would have aparty. Or I might bring somebody home from the bar and Michelle would joinus for some fun.It.