”“Nobody likes those things, but how bad can it be? Next to our wonderful sex, I mean. Even the thing yesterday morning, I didn’t like that, but...it was exciting and it wasn’t dry ice, so any time you want to do it again...”That was my cue to show her. I had been getting my cock up, and lubing it while we talked. She could not see. Now I turned her on her belly, set my cock at her ass, and pushed. At first contact she automatically reacted to open herself, pushing out enough for a finger, or a. The one I ache to share with you,” he orders, the ache in his voice doesn't lessen the authority with which he speaks his words.Slipping the thin straps of my orange silk dress off my shoulders, it falls to the floor. Orange is his favorite color, the color of sunsets.I'm left wearing a deep blue bra and panties set - without the panties, complete with garters and thigh high stockings. Unclipping my bra, my nipples get harder. I want to tell him how my body reacts to him, to his voice, to his. At that moment John thought his mother looked like the sexist woman alive. The sheer unadulterated lust she embodied was unbelievable."No... please don't stop John." Janice said huskily. Her head was spinning. The feel of her son's warm fingers, only fueled her desire to get his dick buried deep into her all the more."Don't stop what? Come on mom... say it. You know you want to. You need to say it!"Janice was trying to push her pussy against her son's hand in a desperate attempt to get him to. Eli told Duncan they needed to build the wind in their horses slow. Then if they ever needed to get into a long chase, the horses would have a wind that would last longer than most horses.The morning of the third day out of Tulsey Town, Eli’s horse slid to a stop, cocking his ears to the front, then to the side and shied away from the side of the narrow trail. Eli eased the reins over his horse’s head and handed them to Duncan, slipping into the brush as fast as a rabbit and out of sight.Eli.