The EndCabin In The Adirondack Mountains419+++++AUTHOR’S NOTE:I actually ended this story and put it away. When I woke up this morning somehow I jus... knew that it needed a part two. That it something that I rarely ever do; however here it is.+++++Cabin In The Adirondack Mountains – Part TWOThe rest of that week before Dad joined us was very nice. Trish and I had sex more and more. With Mom’s blessing and no worry about her getting pregnant Trish wanted to do it all the time and so did I.Jill. "You little wanker! Are you getting all excited sleeping next to yourmommy? You're 19 years old! Honestly, I don't know what I am going todo with you. You're nothing but a sissy who can't keep his hands offhis little dickie. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm being too lenientwith you. I hoped you'd outgrown your childish pranks, but I was wrong.Mommy thought that at 19 you could come back home and not act like anaughty little panty-boy, but mommy gave you too much credit."As she continues. We started rocking against each other, all the while kissing, probing, reacquainting. I could feel her passion rubbing against my stomach as she rocked her hips faster and faster against me. Moving down to her neck, I nipped and kissed her pulse point as my hand traveled down to her liquid heat. Just when I was sure she was going to find release, I thrust deep inside. The sounds of her rapture were music to my ears. I pulled back slightly to gaze at her face and had to swallow my emotions at. I’m a cynic nowadays and I would only quietly admit to myself that I’m crazy about you, you would still know of course, but it would only be my eyes that betrayed me and maybe I would cling to you a little bit too long after an orgasm, nothing too obvious. I can’t call it love making because the term makes me want to bite off my own tongue, I don’t however want to call it “Fucking” either because a fuck is cheap, any day of the week you can get one and it leaves a nasty taste like the hangover.