Hayley reached down and gripped my ass. Ride me hard, cowboy, and then she kissed me again. The kiss didnt last long, though. By the time she was fin...shed with that sentence, all I could do was drive my cock into the sweet, sweet heaven that was in between her legs. I gave long, feathery strokes. My hips convulsed on their own, always keeping my strokes long and slow, fucking her and bringing her closer to yet another orgasm this way. I knew she liked it by the way she moaned and looked at me.. I looked at my mother in disbelief but just as I did she started knocking on the van and getting the attention of everyone inside.All the men got out of the van and stared at us like a dog who just had his food taken away mid-meal.“What do you want?” one man asked.My mother dropped her trench coat from her shoulders onto the ground revealing her amazing body and fishnet suit then grabbed mine and pulled it off.“We thought you may want a few more holes to fill tonight. Besides, your friend there. Most couple discuss this issue prior to marriage and they at least end upon the same page with some type of rule system. This is a completelyseparate issue from physical abuse. In this world it is accepted even in2020 (I struggled with this because the concept is pretty repulsive, butit certainly wasn't uncommon in the US in the 1950's, all you have to dois look at media from that period). It is not acceptable at all tophysically punish children.9. It is somewhat unusual for a woman to skip out. Then Deborah gave me a deep kiss on my lips, looked into my eyes with the biggest, most devilish smile I’d ever seen.”Don’t close your eyes, let me know if you see anyone at all. And don’t stop until you give me what I’ve been wanting for so long,” she whispered in such a sultry voice.I should have known what was happening, but all of this had already been so surprising, what she did next shocked me too. Deborah slid down from me, put her head in my lap, and pushed up the leg of my bathing.