Mom sucks me hard between each fuck and exclaims with increasing amazement at my continued resiliency; Susan keeps whispering for me to just make it h...rd again and quit the dramatics; I ignore her and we fuck well into the night, falling into a blissful sleep tangled in each other's arms; all of us dead to the world.Completely spent, I slip into a totally dreamless sleep and wake up a little disoriented until I glance around the dimly lit room, and it all comes back to me. I'm in my mother's. I'll be both moving forward and fillingin the gaps. I'd like to say these stories are autobiography, and in a sensethey are. Some of what I'm writing about actually occurred, and much is extendedby my horny imagination. But then, I think autobiography is, really, fictionin the first person, based on the author's life. Who really can tell the wholetruth? Like I said, I wish this were even closer to an objective recountingof events than it is, but the embellishments, I hope, are what makes it. As I'm sucking her toes and going from foot to foot, I take my hands and start rubbing her legs. Her moans are getting a little bit deeper. Kim has these fantastic legs. I've always loved her legs. I start moving the kisses up to her legs. Every few kisses, I give her legs a little lick. I'm taking my time and moving up her legs slowly. Her body is squirming and she is moaning with delight. I massage her legs with my hands, as I'm slowly kissing higher up her legs. As I approach her thighs, I. She had the look of a broad with all the answers. She was a pretty little tart who knew all the tricks. However, when he opened her up, he could tell she was like a new book with unwritten pages and a need to discover the hidden facts of life. He had no doubt that she was one of those sarcastic teasers with the vocabulary of wisdom, but the soul of a frightened abstainer from hard, cold reality. She had surrendered willingly. He had to admit that was a surprise to him because of her hard shell.