She moves under the covers and takes me in her mouth. I moan a little too loud and the girl I'm fingering starts to move around and realizes she's be...ng pleasured in her sleep. She starts to main and move her hips in response to me rubbing her clit and fingering her.The girl blowing me starts to kiss her way up my body and ends up on my neck, which is a huge trigger for me, and I realize she's about to mount me. She reaches down and puts the head of my dick and her entrance and pushes down. We laid in that mess for several minutes, kissing deep and letting our fluids mingle. I felt a heat from mom's cunt that was being fed by lust. A fire that had been smoldering, waiting for just the right time to burst into a consuming inferno of passion. I didn't feel just love, I also felt need coming from my mother."Jen, what was that about? Doesn't dad give you enough cock? Your one hot lay. Do you always put that much into a fuck?" Chuck, you got me so hot telling me about Ashley and you.. West and I followed the hostess to a table, and she asked us if shecould get us a drink from the bar.I said, "I forgot my driver's license in one of my other purses, so Iwill have sweet tea with lemon."The hostess said, "I have done that myself; however, with no proof of ageI could not bring you anything from the bar."The hostess left and Mrs. West said, "That was very smooth, I know youdid not want to show your driver's license."I said, "Yes, that would have been a problem; however, I really. Her heart started to beat faster because it was the good-looking young priest from the French speaking part of Canada that heard her confession weekly in the little chapel behind the convent reserved for things like penance and contrition. She knew him by his name of Father Andre and had several indecent thoughts about what he had hidden under his robes when she tried her best to sleep at night in her lonely little cell.She felt comfortable in confessing her wanton behavior all in the name of a.