Meanwhile, the shapes of her breasts under the tight shirt were unmistakable, and they were full enough that they jiggled with even her smallest movem...nts. Case in point, the way she turned and smiled at me where I stood in the kitchen. "Hey," she said.I nodded, and raised my glass to my forehead. I felt even hotter now."Busy day?" she asked."Yeah, dad's got us replacing the wires in the high school. It's weird being there and not recognizing anyone but the teachers." You're getting old,. It had been a while since a cock had crossed my threshold. I was tight and his head was big enough to hurt a little as it pushed against me. I forced my self to relax the muscles, he pressed gently and kept the pressure. I relaxed again and he slid past me and deep. It hurt. I hurt really good. He gasped a little. So did I. He rested deep inside me for a few moments. “Does it feel nice?” I asked. “Yes” he whispered. “Ok I said, you can start fucking me now, slow for a little while, until I get. Mother Ala's great snake churned within me, and I wrestled withthe guilt of allowing such a holy ceremony to bring me worldly arousal.Great Ala's grip upon my thighs tightened and the movement of her hipssuddenly became more aggressive. Try as I might to repress my feelings,I was soon overwhelmed in climax. Though numbed by pleasure, I sensedthe holy snake thicken inside of me before she bestowed the Mother'spurifying milk unto my womb. I found it difficult to remain alert to herholiness in. I added, "Ed, this is my friend and canoe partner from last summer, Trent Wilson."Trent said, "I've heard your name from somewhere before, Ed. Do you play football?"Ed smiled and said, "Yep. I was the quarterback on the Wolverines JV team last fall."Trent said, "That's it. I knew I had heard of you before. Are you going to be varsity this fall?"Ed answered, "I hope so. I'll find out when practice starts in August."I asked, "Are you working the first half of camp or the second half?"Trent.