Mark shut off the water and stared down at his dick, which was still angrily, almost painfully, erect. He could actually see the veins throbbing. He s...ared at it for several minutes, hoping that he could simply will it to go limp again. No luck. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to fit this into his pants. He waited several more minutes with no sign of any change before he sighed and picked up the rumpled rubber diving suit. "Oh, crap..." He had completely forgotten to wash the suit and now. . uhm ... make out, so to speak.”Make out? I was almost shocked. Did she they fucked?“Kirsten,” I giggled. I kept my voice low. “Do you mean you fuck?”To my surprise her face reddened, which is hard to see since she’s so dark. I was pleased with myself for getting one over on her. She stared at me, her mouth set in an expression I would describe as “piqued.”“Mom,” she finally said. “Yes.” I giggled some more. As revelations go, that was a pretty big one for Kirsten. I never would have expected. My hand on her leg pulled her close to me and I kissed her. She was an A+ kisser, perfect head tilt, her hand on my cheek, the other on my chest. Not a lot of tongue, just enough to engorge my already hard cock. It went on forever, in reality probably 30 seconds or so. My hand was on her thigh to her ass cheek. It was bare, I figured she had a thong on but as it turned out, no. We were mutually commando. It was so smooth and toned, and she inhaled as I squeezed it a little. She came in closer,. The girl replied, “No. It isn’t. His mom bringing out his cake with thirteen candles was, though. All of this woman’s older sisters were two years ahead in high school. They were thirteen, fifteen, and sixteen when they got pregnant.”I had a crying girl pushing her face into my chest for a few minutes.“My grandparents weren’t mad that my mom was pregnant. They found out before my mom ever bought the first pregnancy test. Even her waiting so long to tell them didn’t make them mad. Her screwing.