"What I am trying to say is: it seems you got my sex drive, and a slightly better build than your father. He was a great man, but he never could keep ...p with me." I could feel my face burning, and she obviously noticed. "Look. What I mean is: I understand what you are going through. Don't be embarrassed, and let me know if you need any... Help." Yeah, okay, mom." I leave the room, trying not to run.Thankfully mom leaves me alone for awhile, before coming and asking if I wanted to go get some. ” She nodded and we kissed.We moved back to the table, but both of us just picked at the meal. Finally, she said what was still on her mind. “Tina … I don’t know when I can stop feeling guilty …”I smiled at her, “I’d say don’t, but I’ve already said it a hundred times. Mary, you tried to end that experience, tried to get me to leave and stop it. You wanted to sacrifice the project for my well-being. At the same time, I was will to risk my well-being for you and your project.” I moved. It was so wet. Not tight. But very pleasurable. I kept fucking her for few minutes.“oooh..ooohh…” That was all she was saying. It was getting better and better with every stroke. I haven’t felt this greedy for a pussy before ever in my life. Right now I wanted to do every sexual fantasy I had in my mind. I wanted to fuck in the ass, I wanted to lick it, I wanted to cum in her mouth, everything. But I calmed myself as I thought those things would scare her she’d not want to do it again. Now I. I was looking at the rearview mirror as Deb reached up to put her arms around Leslie, pull her closer and kiss her. I glanced at Patricia, then Miranda. Both of them were leaning close, smiling as they watched them kiss.Deb leaned back in the seat and looked at Miranda, “Leslie and I love each other.”“I could tell. Both of you kiss so naturally. I love kissing Lucien, but I’ve never kissed another woman.”Deb asked her, “Would you kiss me? I would love to kiss you.”When I glanced back again, Deb.