Becca begged for more. Even though we were fucking like bunnies, I still longed for her kiss. Becca’s lips were so tender and moist, I could kiss...them for days. Who knows, after this, I may get my chance. From her lips, I made my way down her neck, onto her voluptuous breasts.“Bret, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Becca cried. I wasn’t sure what not to stop so I continued on with kissing her breasts and pounding my cock deep into her pussy.Almost without warning, Becca’s head snapped. That had been only a few months ago, Vivian reflected. Donald had come home with a particular good report card, and Vivian had given him a congratulatory hug. While embracing him, she'd felt her son's hand sliding down her waist to cup the cheeks of her ass.Was that the turning point? When she hadn't tried to stop him? When she'd instead pressed herself closely against him, and tilted her chin for a kiss? Donald had kissed her, all right-passionately, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.It. He was a rookie ball player for a local hockey team. He was wearing his bathing suit and an open beach shirt. He was handsome, well built and looked like he worked out. He was very hairy and showed a nice bulge in his suit. I was thankful for his help, and invited him in for a beer. He told me he had been working out in the small 'work out room' at the end of the building, and would be happy if we would work out together. I gave him a beer and offered him a seat on the couch. “I guess I. ." a said in my best game-show host's voice, and then in one thrust, sank in all the way, spreading her walls and literally pushing the breath out of her lungs."Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned out, like the whore that she had now become. I withdrew and then pushed in to the hilt, causing her the arch her back in an attempt to keep me from being so deep."Resistance is futile" I added with a laugh. I was now doing a slow, rhythmic rocking and her eyes rolled up in her head. She began to moan and.