His eyes showed that he was high on lust.He removed his t-shirt and threw it over my top and skirt lying on the floor now. Within a second, he was ove... me. His lips traveled from my cheeks to my neck. They spent some time kissing and then to my boobs over my bra. He kissed my cleavage.He tried biting my nipples over the bra, making me moan and shiver in pleasure. He turned me over, and now my back was facing him. He got hold of the bra hook, opened it, and threw aside the straps. He went down. ” “Yes baby.” I said sounding more like his sex slave than anything else. I spread my thighs and I felt the head of his dick rub up and down my slit. He slid inside me slow and the pulled back out until just the head was inside me. I moaned. He grabbed hold of my hips and slammed into hard and fast. I almost tore my bed sheets. He did it again and I screamed. He then started to move in and out slowly. I moaned and grabbed held of my sheets tighter and tighter every time he slid back inside me. It was an amazing sight, a nice oval areola with a pencil eraser that was hard enough to cut glass. Being the gentleman (and opportunist) that I am, I jumped off the couch and helped her up. Of course she was laughing and completely clueless to her exposed breast. Even when I copped a cheap feel as I tried to help back into the top, she just played dumb. I mumbled something about taking her to the bathroom and put my arm around her waist as we slowly wobbled out of the room.As soon we got. "ClickHe stared at the receiver in mute disbelief. His dad was... dead?It was only on the plane back home, reliving the weird call, that he how odd his mom's voice had sounded. Not sad. Not even a flat monotone of denial. Just her usual tone, as if she'd been talking about grocery shopping."Maybe you ought to come home..." What a goddamn strange thing to say.He arrived home early the next morning, worn out with the all-night flight, jet-lag, and grief. Wearily, James shuffled up the front.