She didn't hope of a climax herself that much, but she would stretch it as long as her son could endure. She moved her hips to and fro, her son's hand... moving all over her body, not really knowing what to do. She could tell he was used to being on top. With her husband, it was pretty even. She thought her son was almost as good as his father. He needed to learn to take it slow. The way he fucked, it resembled his father in their early years, hurried and impatient. He'd always come too soon. Fully clothed, they slept in each other's arms. Mark awoke when they stopped for fuel again. It took a moment to clear his head. Then he stumbled out and began to man a pump. It was barely sunrise and the sky had a reddish pink glow in the east.Hank came over to Mark. "I feel something is not quite right. I used to get these feelings during my tour in Afghanistan. They were never wrong."Mark tried to link with Teacher and got nothing. "Melissa!" he called with his mind and got a weak reply. He. As I thought of what we had done I smiled and slowly began to pull myself off thinking of her body as I had opened her pussy lips and then thrust my cock deep into the hot hole. It as only our tiredness that had stopped us from continuing and we had most willingly repaired to our bed. I had fallen asleep my hands curled about her lily white breasts and enjoying the feel of her coral nipples at my mouth before we had fallen asleep in the most wanton of dress and position.“Perhaps I can help with. I wanted to know what you tasted like," I say as I turn a deep shade of red.She gets this new smile on her face that is nothing I have seen from her before, sort of devilish. It worries me a little. But then she leans in and kisses me with more passion than my ex-boyfriend ever had.We start to kiss passionately, my forearms wrapped around her neck, grabbing her hair. Her hands are gliding all over my body. Our tongues dance with each other as we continue to kiss.Margret pulls away and I moan..