We went to my bedroom and sat in the dark on the edge of my bed waiting for the show to begin. We made some small talk for a while then we heard a... audible groan from Teresa, quickly followed by a loud, ‘Jesus Christ!’ I had the bathroom light on and could see Al’s face go completely blank. Then we heard her whimpering, moaning and grunting. All the signs of a woman getting ‘fucked.’ I made sounds like that when I dated this guy that had a big one. All he did was ‘slam-fuck,’ not much fun. Maybe they could do "Go Tell Aunt Rhody" next. She always cried during that one."Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, mind the music and the step, and with the girls be handy!"Shanna was cold, soaked, and tired, yet happy. Singing did sooth the grumpy woman. The King's hands before her signaled the end of the song, cheers erupting around them. The people, too, where cheerful. Which made sense, as they had to be full of cheer for cheers to be able to erupt out of them, and oh, god, was. Then my son thrust into me and groaned, his body trembled against mine and I felt a burst of heat deep inside me as his semen flowed thickly, screaming out my passion as my body bucked and writhed under him I let myself drown in the sheer bliss of the moment. When my peak faded I could still feel my son moving in my pussy even as his cock began to shrink, at last Victor rolled off me and I lay panting and shaking, unable to control the tremors that ran through my body or my ragged, over-excited. It was a soft, loving kiss and he placed a hand behind her head and pulled her as close to him as possible. She willingly returned the kiss turning it into a passionate one. He licked her lips silently asking her to open. She complied and felt his tongue slip inside her mouth seeking out hers. Soon they broke away, each needing air. Again they looked deep into the others’ eyes, love shining between the two. He was the first to speak. ‘You know how I feel, don’t you?’ he said kissing her cheeks..