. you make me feel so good, better than any girl has ever made me feel." But of course, Billy, I'm your mother. I understand you best, don't I my darl...ng."She could feel the violence of his desire throbbing in his prick. She had to hold tight to the prick just to keep her grip on it. It was like some wild mustang trying to break free of its ropes. She loved the sensation of his cock beating violently in her hand. Her fingers pumped up and down on the cock, and at the same time his fingers. The couch. . . She muttered, gasping for breath. Harry stopped and, taking her hand, led her over and onto the couch. He darted his tongue around the edges of her pink, small pussy. Perfect. . .he thought, taking in the swollen lips and creamy pink center with his eyes. His dick was harder than ever now. Please. . . she moaned in a sweet voice Stop teasing . . . Fuck me, Harry. Fuck my pussy till I collapse. Following her lead, Harry sat back against the arm of the couch and pulled her on top. At least they were proper principled naturists. Not just people who didn't wear clothes. Siobhan had such dear memories of Sheila's pubes. She remembered when they pressed tight against each other: they were both much the same slim build and height, and the pubic hairs would tangle together, Siobhan's dark brown pubic hair, so much a part of her as the dark freckles on her face and shoulders and breasts, and Sheila's thick bush of light brown hair, ever so slightly darker than the hair on her. Listen, I can sleep down here on the couch, and you can lock your door. Please, do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel safe. I'm exhausted and stressed after a long drive. I don't have the energy to do anything to you, even if I did want to cause you any harm. Look here's my license and my fireman's id." Okay, but first thing in the morning we are going to see Mr. Dean and get this straightened out."The next morning came with over two feet of snow piled in the drive. Jack shovelled.