The lust had never died. He pulled on her hands moving her toward him. Their hands parted and they reached for the embrace they had each anticipated. ...hey pulled each other close. And pressed their bodies close. And wrapped their arms around each other. He felt her breasts press into his chest. She felt his hardness press into her belly. They folded into each other's arms, holding each other firmly, absorbing the warmth and smell of each other deep within them. The stood silently embracing,. ”Mom lowered her top to her elbows and reached around with her hands to pull her slip up to her neck. The sensation of the slip sliding across my face as her breasts pushed on it was different enough for me to remember distinctly. Mom’s breasts were now bare on my face, and Mom moved her shoulders so only her left nipple came to my mouth. Mom pushed it down onto my lips. (For reference, her chin was above the top of my head, and her other breast was brushing my ear.)“OK, Honey,” she whispered,. Minute,” she panted, as her pussy muscles started rippling all along his prick and she had another orgasm.When she caught her breath she went on like nothing had happened.“I love you,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I don’t want to marry you, but I love you. And now part of you is growing in me, and I’ll have a beautiful little baby that will be half yours, and I can love him, or love her, for the rest of my life.” She arched against him as he kept stroking. “Maybe I’ll change my mind in a. Just as the band struck up a waltz, Brand set his glass down on a table with a distinct shattering noise and strode towards Bitsy.Trink nudged the old boy and grinned "this should be fun." Instead of being put out Brands Grandfather grinned back and watched the dance floor with interest.Brand walked up to Bitsy and swept her out onto the dance floor without saying a word, he crushed her against him as they swirled and twirled about the room. "What are you doing here? Bitsy, you don't belong.