I kept pumping her harder and harder and was sucking her boobs in between.It was already 10 minutes of Fuck and i was about to cum but my brain wanted...more, i pulled my cock out of her pussy and laid her on stomach and enter from behind in her vagina. She was raising her hips indicating she wants more, i kept on pumping for some more time before i discharge inside her.We turned around and had long smooch, she was holding my dick which was getting smaller now.Then we went to bathroom and had a. I am 68 years old now and have spent 47 years trying to figure it out. In 1962, while I was in boot camp, my parents divorced. My dad's career took him to Nevada, and my mom moved back to Phoenix, Arizona, where her sisters lived. For first four years that I was in the Navy I went to my dads, my aunts, or to the ranch when I took leave. So I did not see or talk to my mom from age 12 to 21. I once heard from my dad that she was still drinking when he visited my brother. And in 1966, I decided to. Or would have, hadshe known. One late afternoon we had had a couple of glasses of wine while sitting inthe shade in the backyard. She had on a thin cotton print dress that lefta lot of breast-top and shoulder bare, and reached down well below herknees. She called it her "lucky dress" because it showed her body to suchadvantage that she invariably got lucky when she wore it. She eschewedunderwear of any sort, so was bare beneath. When she would stand with theslanting rays of the sun behind. Near the center of the front row two chairs had beenintentionally left out to provide room for Helen's wheelchair, where theman pushing Helen's wheelchair maneuvered her into before walking outfrom under the awning to stand with his partner off to the side. Knowingthat if these guys did try anything, the closer she was to Helen, thebetter Kelly's chances were to intervene without giving her powers away.Figuring that if anything did happen all she would have to do is stallthe two men long enough.