All that sweet, pale flesh had wobbled wonderfully as she had tried to free herself.I wanted to bite her again. I wanted to sink myself into her so ha...d and long that she'd forget what it felt like to not have me inside her. I wanted her on her knees, slavishly kissing my feet while whispering her devotion to me. I wanted all of these things ... but I couldn't stay and claim them. There was much to do this night, and much that could go wrong.Tonight was the night I would get my darling sweet. Then her thoughts faded as the overload of intoxicants melted her brain into the same formless pulp of sensation she'd experienced last night. Tonight, due to the exotic overload of sensory stimuli in the Moracco-inspired clubroom, her reaction was even stronger. "I feel so strange..." she murmured to Erik. "Have some more tequila," he suggested helpfully, leaning very close to her and almost whispering into her ear. As he moved nearer, Jill felt the first obscene flames of desire flickering. He watched as she fussed about the camper. First bringing him the antacids and a glass of ice-cold water, then she prepared a cold compress and dabbed his forehead with it. She seemed more alive, more vibrant than she had in years.She scooted into the breakfast nook with him. Her womanly aroma assaulted his nostrils. He noted the full curve of her large breasts. Time and having Sam had added to their heft. He reached over gently squeezed one. It was soft and pillowy.“Well, feeling better, are. "You men are all alike, Andy, you're just like your father, just love my boobs," I said as I leaned over touching a nipple to his lips to suck, which he did eagerly.After we had made love and I'd sucked him to help him get to sleep, at least that was the excuse I used, I quickly snuck down the hall naked to our bedroom and got in bed with Steve who asked me how it went for my second sex with our son.I told him I'd fill him in if he'd fill me first and he rolled up between my legs and pushed his.