I lean in, my head moving so that my lips almost touch hers, "I can think of a way to kill some time."Ginny's smirking a little, I can hear it in her ...oice, even if I can't see her mouth, "Oh, really? What did you have in mind?"She tries to act so innocent, and she does have an innocent face, so sweet and open, but she knows what I'm thinking. She's probably thinking the same things. I know she is, I can hear her breathing quickening, as images run through her mind.My voice drops a little. It became apparent that I was disposable. The more that I thought about it, the madder I became. I excused myself, claiming to have a headache and went to bed early. I was still awake when Marsha slid in beside me, but I didn't let her know that.The next morning I spent most of my time in Seymour's office. He had let his girl have the day off. I spent an hour making copies of the papers that Seymour had drawn up on the computer and two more hours collating and putting them into mailing. Her body was still twitching for several minutes. She had a grip on my cock with her cunt that was not going to let go. I started fucking her again slowly. My young cock still hard inside her pulsing cunt. "Your still hard?" She looked up at me in shock. As she started to cum again. "Little bastard! I am cumming on your fucking cock agaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnn!!! I smiled and fucked her through her orgasm. I pulled out and flipped her over. She got up on her hands and knees. I slipped into her cunt. Evidently as she had rolled over onto her stomach in her sleep the material had gathered around her waist revealing her white cotton panties. Like a magnet those panties seemed to draw me toward my 43 year old mother's ass.Getting closer and closer I realized just how mammoth her twin cheeks were. I had long known that Ma was a sexy woman with38DD breasts and a slim waist leading to that wonderful ass and long legs but had never really considered her sexually before. But with Cindy's earlier.