‘Now pull yourself up with the other!’ he hissed. ‘And leave those damned heels behind, you dope!’ Muttering obscenities, she dropped the shoe... and scrambled up the wall, helped by Mike. After much puffing and panting, she stood on top of the wall, wobbling, precariously, her feet between the spikes, clutching his arm. ‘Now, how the fuck am I supposed to get down the other side?’ she hissed, starting to feel dizzy. ‘We climb down the tree!’ ‘Oh, no I don’t, not in this skirt!’ she exclaimed, in. But I could catch her deep in thought with the serious expression of deep contemplation written on her face. Initially I thought that was the memory of her abduction but as time progressed I realized that it was something more. I questioned her about it one day and was surprised at her response."Mike, you know that I love you more every day. You have stood up for me and protected me for these past couple of years. You have stood by me and helped me overcome the monsters in my mind that kept. Give me a good deposit. I'm cumming again." Her pussy muscles continued working my penis, up and down the shaft and I continued please Jeff's mom's pussy. She let me fuck her in a doggy style position for five minutes. Then she asked if I would fuck her more while she laid back on the bed. We were both getting exhausted but neither of us wanted to stop. I couldn't wait to get my penis buried in her pussy again. I positioned myself over her as she laid down and aimed my penis into her. I was 17. In Texas I was now of the Age of Consent. I was old enough that I could make my own choices, and was supposedly mature enough that I could handle the emotions of sex. After this last year I was pretty sure I couldTime would tell.I kept turning her words over in my mind as we made our way back home. We spent a day in New Orleans, and I could get to like the place. The food wa took an extra day to get back home. We'd had a neighbor looking after the house, and so I didn't go directly.