It’s not happening.”“What if I were to have a clean penis?” Martha thought about that for a second. She definitely didn’t want Will’s cock...in her ass again, but she had enjoyed feeling his cock in her pussy. As upset as she had been when he came inside her, she had secretly enjoyed being filled with his cum. One more load couldn’t hurt, could it?“OK, go clean your cock and I’ll think about it.”“Still not very humble. I give the orders here.”“You said you wanted a clean cock.”“I did. I just want. It still fit me like a "bandage" clinging to my every curve. Studying the effect in my full-length mirror, I wondered if Bob would unzip it all the way as we made love to each other in the pews. I wondered if I would let him do it with a church full of people around us. My clitty started throbbing with desire as I thought about being almost totally naked in church. That cinched it for me, I was going to wear that dress on Sunday. The three of them were waiting for me in the parking lot on. She pressed my head against her ear, hard and fast, and then back down to her neck. I trailed my fingers against her side, then up the back of her shirt, inching my way up toward her bra. She pushed herself back into the passenger seat, slid the seat back, and tore her shirt off. I knew this might be difficult; there wasn’t enough room to make out in the back seat. She reached up to unclasp her bra, but I stopped her. I always loved that part—taking off a woman’s bra. I made her wait until. Not with the doctor, but with herself. She slumped in her chair and exhaled. “Yes, you are correct in everything you said. But it also what you said: John is my son, and neither of us is supposed to feel this way about one another, especially me.” The psychologist acknowledged to herself that Ashley’s objection sounded whiney and was weak. It was time to take her and her son to what she dubbed The Bedroom. Before that, though, she wanted (and needed) to do something. She looked at the young.