She knew that she really didn't belong in Davenport. She couldn't relate to these people, all these spoiled rich types with their fancy clothes, and t...eir fake tits, and the car that daddy gave them, and their drinking, and all their money. She couldn't relate. She had nothing in common with them.And yet, if anything her ability to relate to Salinas was even less. As she always put it: "Maybe I lived in Salinas, but I'm not from there." Even though she was half-Mexican, the tough-guy machista. Still putting me through more ecstasy, I felt him putting his other finger inside me. Oh man! He had no idea what he is putting me through, he really has no idea just how good he is making me feel. I moved my body, so he could go deeper with his fingers, then I felt something else; it was another finger which was stroking my inner thigh. He knew I was very ticklish there I was almost ready to tell him to stop teasing me, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the heart as this would ruin the whole plan,. . Melissa preferred it that way... but he could still see the soft down of her pubic hair and the glint of juice.Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Chris began to imagine that it wasn't Melissa's vagina he was glaring at... it was his mother's. His already hard penis pulsed in his pants as his shaking hands slid up her thighs, pushing them wider. He used his thumbs to open her swollen lips, revealing the pink inner flesh. As his mouth moved forward, he could see the shaven lips of his mother's. Masturbation had been her go-to method to relax and fall asleep for as long as she could remember, and the recent orgasm, probably the most powerful one she’d ever had, sent her into such a relaxed state that she didn’t bother arranging her clothes or the covers. Her sleeping form on the bed was the stuff of many a man’s fantasy. Completely nude, she was sleeping deeply, her legs slightly spread. One arm rested across her belly, her fingers just above her still slightly-swollen mound, the other.