McKinley struggled to keep herself quiet. She bit her lip, groaned, and flexed her fingers as I began to pound into her more desperately. When she did...moan, it was a quiet whine, one that said she was trying very to keep herself under control. Turns out, I really enjoy a challenge. Sliding my hand down her back, I gripped her hips and gave up on restraint, allowing my thrusts to slap loudly against her ass. She let out a raw, guttural moan, and for a second I thought it might have been a bad. I sat at the dining table sipping a cold drink and continued to think about what I saw. I adjusted my tool as I felt a sudden rise on thinking about her bare buttocks. She came out wrapping the towel around her breasts and stood near the table jerking her long hair to remove the water. In the process I could see her breasts almost up to the nipples. It seemed she was purposely doing this turning towards me. Suddenly she asked me as to what was I thinking. I laughed and said that I was dreaming. She demanded, and I wasnot in any position to say no, so I dragged all that stuff to my room.Slowly, with unrelenting pressure building in my mind, I went in mycloset to retrieve my homemade breast forms. It was a sensuous thrill toget dressed, just like it always was, but it took me less than an hour toget completely ready. When I thought that I looked my very best I turnedthe door knob slowly then yanked it open in a fit of daring, if notunwilling bravado, and stepped out.My mom was sitting. By the time you stop in front of me a huge bulge has me slowly running my tongue over my red lips before I look up to see your handsome face.We introduce ourselves and you ask if I've ever been to the "secret spring"?When I say no,you ask if I'd like to see it? I slowly nod yes and you tell me that it's off the beaten path a bit and to follow you.I pick up my bag and as I start off my heels sink into the soft earth.Seeing this,like the true SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN you are,you pick me up and carry.