He held her ankles and pulled her towards the edge. Terry lifted Carol's legs holding the ankles together.Terry's pushed his cock inside Carol's cold ...et cunt. Carol's legs were against his chest. The cold of her flesh against his was a new experience... an exciting experience."Cold be hand and heart and boneAnd cold be sleep under stone."Terry recited the half-forgotten words as if to himself and thrust his cock inside Carol's cold cunt in time with the poetry. He held both her ankles tight. It was like remembering a forgotten dream. Was it really a dream? What next, if it really happened?I looked around the house. The pizza was gone. Everything was clean, like someone tried to cover up a murder. I looked for my mom, but she was nowhere to be found, not even in her bedroom. Did she run away? I thought. I panicked.I knew she was going to regret this and take everything from me. My freedom to be naked, masturbate wherever I want, and the worst to fuck her. I know my mom. Fuck! What. I was shaken awake by Mary Lenson. I felt awful, my mouth tasted like a pub carpet and it took me a good while to unglue my stinging eyes. But when I did, I was horrified to see that my cock was hanging out of my spunk stained pants and I was still holding my wife's crusty knickers. I scrabbled for my zip as she laughed 'Bit late for that dear, come with me. please.I managed to get my cock back in my pants and stuffed the knickers into my pocket before stumbling after Mrs Lenson. She walked in. Jessica went to get my food and as I ate she stayed with me and we continued our conversation. She told me she was a student at a local college and lived with her Girlfriend in an apartment just around the corner. Her goyfriend was an athlete at a different school and she was in Arizona for a basketball game. I told her that I traveled down to Atlanta about three times a year since the corporate headquarters were located here, but this was the first time at that I had stayed at this hotel. She.