But if she was your stepmom, you would have tried to bang her too. And if you think that’s bad, I haven’t even told you the worst part yet. Trust ...e, I don’t try and fool myself. I’m under no illusions. What happened that summer’s afternoon will stay with me for the rest of my days.But, there is one other thing I haven’t mentioned. The spectacular, earth-shattering sex. Mom fucked me back every bit as hard as I fucked her and, boy, did we have a good time. III can’t pinpoint an exact moment. ”Emily didn’t sound a bit repentant, “Was it that bad?”“No, I guess not, but I would like to get home before taking our panties off this year.”The boys had not been home for over seven weeks because of all the end-of-year activities and studying for finals. Neither of the boys had a serious girlfriend, but we knew they made use of the local talent. Where we jealous? Maybe a little, but Emily and I knew the score and encouraged them to use protection and branch out and try to find their soul. ”“Wer ist das... dieses Kind?” she demanded. “Schämst du dich nicht, Thomas? Sie sieht fünfzehn aus!” (Who is this… this child? Have you no shame, Thomas? She looks fifteen!).She spoke standard Schweizer Deutsch, not a canton dialect, and enunciated very clearly, so I understood her.“Hey,” I remonstrated in English. My words slurred a bit and I realized I was rather drunk. “I’m not a child! I’m twenty.”“Johanna and I just played music together. A great success! We were just celebrating.” Thomas. I inserted my finger through her crack and slightly inserted into her pussy hole. It was already been wet by her pre-cum.Then I drag Ayesha to sit beside me on the bed and hugged her and cupped her breasts. Those were so soft and round. I caressed her nipples with my fingers and then attempted to go bed with her. But she refused me and requested “no, not today, please, tomorrow I will participate.” So I didn’t apply force that I would get her simply one day later. I fondled her breasts squeezed.