I tell you that if you want, we can ride up and down all night, shrugging my shoulders, cocking my head slightly to the right, basking in your upraise... eyes. You respond, “If that’s what you like doing…” This is as close as we have really been, and I don’t miss either that you are pressed against me, or that I can, if I dared, look down the front of your dress. “May I kiss you,” I ask, as we hit about 12 floors up. “If you must,” you whisper. “I must.” My lips press lightly against yours,. I rammed my spastic cock into her ass, and penetrated her bowel in unison with the dildo violating her fresh young pussy. She pulled against the ropes binding her hands together, as she strained to accept the two intruding objects that pierced her openings without mercy. I was able to fuck her sweet ass for several minutes straight, but I could feel myself getting close to cumming, and I pulled out of her steamy ass. I decided to give us both a break, and reposition her. I untied her. What the heck was her mom talking about. Heck, she was treating her like she was still a little girl. She wasn’t a little girl. She was an adult. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. I don’t like being called Mom. It’s so ... so ordinary. It lacks respect.” Great. So they were on that kick again, the redhead thought, but fine. If that was the way her mom wanted it, then fine, but as far as she was concerned, her mom was still just mom. “Valerie, come here.” Yes, she was an. Like that . . . right?" I asked her rather boldly and curious as hell. "Well, I have kissed a couple boys, but nothing like what you and Naomi have done," she told me, leaning over again and placing her palm on my thigh. I could practically see straight down her shirt now, and her nipples were obviously erect. I was worried about what Naomi would do if she caught us like this, but I was having too much fun to consider stopping. “So what do you want to know about guys, Leah? Like . . .What makes.