I can't..." she begged. Then she felt him raise his heavy weight off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the davenport-cushions, his wide...pread knees forcing her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head slipped further into her pressing hard against her cervix... and then, slowly, he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her whole body back and forth like a rag-doll beneath him while he fucked furiously into her.His fingers began. We can meet in a couple of days to examine the crimes in the last year,” I suggested. I figured at the time that I was going to cheat. I just didn’t want her to get scott free.“Okay but can I walk with you tomorrow?” she asked.“Of course you can,” I admitted.“I’ll be sitting in your parking lot at 7AM, and you better be ready to go,” she joked.“It might not be as much fun, since I own the Car Wash now. Not as much to think about,” I admitted.“Well, I think it will be fun. Now let’s go to. A quietness settled over the kitchen. Then the toast popped up and startled me.“Oh shit.” I got myself moving and went upstairs to mom’s bedroom. The door was open, so I walked in. Mom was lying on the bed face down with her head on her arms, sobbing. I went over, sat on the edge of the bed and started to rub her back. “It’s okay, mom, it’s okay, we can fix this.”Mom sat up while wiping the tears from her cheeks. “How can we fix this? Men just don’t like me.”“I don’t think that’s true. Can I. The sweet pain was becoming uncontrollable and very intense. We spurted at the same time. The warm, salty, juice oozed out from the slit to our tongues as we licked it all clean and dry, but the hardness refused to go.Drained from the hard work, we dozed off, naked and entangled. I woke up to the smell of weed. My naughty tasty boy was cooly smoking a joint, with the quilt down to his ankles, showing me his stiff cock and thighs. He took a drag and leaned in to kiss me. As I sucked in the sweet.