Mom’s hips began to move again. She wasn’t gripping my ass or holding onto my legs, so it wasn’t a harsh, grinding motion. It was more like a ge...tle undulation, as if we were swimming together, in and around each other.“Ashu?” I heard her say. “Ashu?”“Yeah, Mom?”“Rise up.”Disappointed that she wanted me to separate from her, I started to lift my hips in preparation for withdrawing. “No,” she said, “not your hips, your torso. Stay inside me. Kneel between my legs.” Of course, I did what Mom. Lasagne was one of the options so that’s what we’re having now.”"You clever sly little thing you,” said Eamon.“I hope, my darling,” said Carrie, “that one day soon, I will cook a proper Sunday Lunch for us. In the meantime, this will have to do. It should help keep the ‘Silly Cow’ in the dark, anyway.”Eamon was not comfortable with Melanie being referred to in this way, but he knew protest might lead to him returning home with blue balls.“Mel, we watched another way of using a tunnel boned. She parted her lips and smiled, running her slender fingers up my shirt to my collar, and paused.Should I kiss her?She read my mind and slowly crept closer to my face.I followed her lead. I closed my eyes and could feel the thump thump thump of the music, or was it my heart beating? My thoughts disappeared as her lips touched mine. They were soft and juicy, just like her pussy, and we started kissing. It was thrilling to connect with a stranger like this, especially one so sexy and naughty.I. I found myself missing her already, and gave a disgusted snort. I was turning into one of those hopeless romantics in a trashy romance novel. I shook my head and began cleaning the house. All day, Natalie was on my mind. I tried to banish her whenever thoughts of her threatened, but it did no good. I saw her dance, in my mind’s eye, saw her laugh, saw her moan… I shoved that thought away with a growl and finally collapsed in a chair, one of my few pieces of furniture. The house was clean, and I.