It’s as if my own final release is reluctant to break, preferring to prolong itself indefinitely. But there’s no holding back any more – I am...overwhelmed with my need to come. The release, when it arrives, engulfs me from head to toe. Every muscle goes rigid. I vaguely sense my love as she grunts out her own release – did she come again? Or is she just reacting to the splashes of my own come as I bury myself deeply inside her? I have no way of knowing – my own orgasm. 10:08 AM. Damn it. ‘Got it. Thanks. I’ll go right after I clean up.’ ‘Good. And remember what I said. Do what you can, and you can use my card to charge any parts if you need. Please, Alex.’ ‘Ok, Mom. I’ll do what I can.’ * * * Amy Daniels met me at the door, a little more conservatively dressed than the previous day. Just a little. She had a black crochet cover-up on, that was more holes than material, and I could see she had a white bikini on underneath it. It might have been sexier than the. I felt her moving and immediately took my hands away and acted like sleeping. After some time I resumed my handwork and started pressing her pussy slightly. She opened her one leg wide as an unintentional reaction. This gave me a clear view of her pussy and my boy is tearing out of my shorts. I removed my shorts and started to press it while watching her pussy and rubbing my hand on it. I slept that day after that. Next day it all started normally and I was eagerly waiting to get Night. I could feel him throbbing against the inner lining of my cheeks. Oh God, what a sensation! I wanted to eat him alive.The index finger of my right hand found the texture of his tight, young anus and caressed its wrinkled surface. It too was warm and soft, yet spongy and tight. My fingertip lingered there and then, slowly, began to work its way in. His body responded with a spasm as his butt cheeks contracted around my finger. He arched his hips harder into my face and began fucking my mouth.