I turned and wrote in my notebook and glanced down at the young man in the seat. He did not offer his seat to a woman that had boarded as he had plent... of opportunity but instead he remained seated twitching his leg and moving around in the seat. I watched him adjust himself again and he seemed to have quite a mass to grab. I felt my vaginal entrance begin a slow warmth, then a slight burn and then it subsided. I took a deep breath as if relieved but felt the liquid collecting upon my lips. I. So, was it good? She come? You come?”“That’s not…” he began. “What’s the point of that?”Taylor grinned at him with a smile that lit up her face. “Yes, again. Relax, Ted. I can see you checking out my tits. Bet you’d like to see them. That’s good. You just got laid and are curious about what it would be like to fuck me. I’m flattered. My tits, by the way, are not as large as Mom’s, but I’ve been told they’re formed really nice. They’re also very sensitive. So, when we’re fucking later on, and. My fantasy with a certain in-law started over 30 years ago. It’s a situation of me wanting to fuck him from the moment we first met. Had I been given the choice to trade up from my fiancé to his cousin I would have jumped. He is one of those guys a girl just looks at and thinks “Wow! I like that!”My husband and I have done some swapping with a couple close friends. We even were part of a group of six. Hard swapping and role play was our mainstay. I hinted often that we would enjoy a threesome. I could sense from her reaction to the latter, it was a sensitive subject with her. In three weeks we were going to ber measured for our Super Bowl rings, so I had to be in town for that. On top of all that, my landlord was due back from Spain in four months, I would have to give up the condo.“Well, do you think maybe before you go back home, we could spend a weekend together in Santa Monica?” she asked softly, with a smile.“What’s in Santa Monica?’, I asked, curiously.“My mother.” she replied,.