As her body became accustomed to my presence I added a third finger, driving Day over the edge. She began to thrust with a fervent intensity meeting m... thrusts somewhere near the middle. Her pussy clutched at my fingers with every movement gripping and releasing. When she began riding harder I knew she was cumming, I pulled her head down to mine causing our mouths to crush together. When she came, she came, all over my jeans and the hem of my button down, what hadn't' gotten all over us. They kissed for awhile, without hesitation or thinking, they had obviously done this before. They stopped and turned to me, with my mouth open and with a dumbfounded expression on my face, they both laughed. “So your mom says that you can recover relatively quickly after you cum. As in, you can get hard again.” Lyla asked me. I just shrugged. “Oh brother, yes he’s able to get it back up pretty quickly, with a little help of course.” My mom smiled at me. “Well good, cuz I plan on getting you a. ” He nodded at a loss for what else to say. She looked at him, her face passive and took a sip of coffee.“How is it,” he asked.“Fine, thank you”He took a gulp of his own, found it too hot, swallowed uncomfortably and then proceeded to pour in too much milk. He took stock of himself. Was he nervous, he asked himself? Were her beauty and charm intimidating him? Surely not.“Well, what do you think of the facilities here?”“Oh, they’re fine, although the last cook left the kitchen in rather a. I was scared. The words Bad Martha haunted me. There was no mistaking the orgasm. I had definitely had one for sure, and if I were honest about it, it felt fucking good despite the creepiness.The next morning, I purchased the biggest lock I could find from the general store, secured the basement door with it and placed the key on a chain which I wore around my neck; nestled between my breasts.I made Jason promise he would never go down there. Ever!I, however, wasn’t so sure.ooOooI had put all.