All she was wearing was a white ribbed tank top, a 'wife beater' style, except hers was roughly cut so short it barely hung below her breasts as they ...wayed back and forth. The word 'Tramp' was written crudely in black."Oh baby." she moaned as she began to climax.He reached up and touched her breasts, under her shirt for the first time."Oh, baby!" she cried out as her son pinched her tender nipples.He massaged her tits, then he pulled her down to him so he could suck them. He came with her. Each time his pelvis smacked my clit, I let out a loud ‘uhn!”, and with his frequency, there was a lot of my voice, along with his. His drooling seemed to get worse, and at one point, my mouth gaping open for air, and expression of pleasure, some of his spit rained into my mouth. I coughed, and tried to spit it out, but it made no difference. More of our bodily fluids were being shared. It is said sex can be passionate, and pleasurable, but it isn’t often talked about how messy it can be. . I promised him we wouldn’t stay long, and I need to drop some food off with Bobby.”“Why don’t you leave Kevin here. I’ll make sure he gets home okay.”“I’m sure you would. Someone’s home, anyway. No, I’ll be taking him back. I’ll call you tomorrow. Great job with the ball.”We stopped at Abiline’s Bistro on the way home and I picked up four meals for Bobby. We swung by the University and the frat. Kevin stayed in the car while I brought the food in. Climbing the steps, I made my way to his room,. I sat on my bed to put her shoes and socks on; the skirt felt a bit weirdrubbing on my knees the way it did. I buckled the cross straps on thewhite patent leather shoes.Looking in the mirror again, I could swear that Gwen was looking back atme.I played around with my hair and was able to put it in a rather crudefeminine style. I was again amazed at how much I looked like Gwen with myhair like that. I played with her dolls for awhile.I saw the Mailman put some mail in the box that was at the end.