I tried to relax and slowly, inexorably it entered me. I gasped as it slid deeper and deeper and her clothed body folded down over my back. Her teeth ...it gently into my shoulder and she whispered, ‘Do you like this?’ I nodded, unable to speak and her hand cupped my breast. She began then to rock behind me, slowly, again, increasing her pace. The hand moved from my breast and went down to touch my clit, strumming her gently as she fucked me. I lifted my head and groaned, or was it a scream of. Her pussy was already wet and dripping. She lowered her hand and gently parted her pussy lips. ‘put your fingers inside, my dear’, said mom. I first inserted my index finger in her hole and them my thumb. Mom was getting hotter and she started wriggling her hips. I was now erect to the core. My dick started pulsating. Mom bent down and took my dick in her soft palm. She said, ‘oh, darling it’s so long and thick. Marvelous’. She started stroking my dick. My palm was wet with her juices. I said,. Never mind my evening plans, I couldn’t cope with this. I mean, fuck, a knife in a pub? Game over. The police would be here soon, I couldn’t be around when they got here. ‘Yes, I think we need a change of venue,’ Peter said, appearing beside me. ‘The hell? Get away from me, you fucked-up psycho!’ I hadn’t meant to snap like that, but… a knife. The image of my last takedown returned to me, the knife cutting his throat, the blood pouring down like rain… I’d felt nothing at the time. But I. I run my tongue over my bottom lip. "You just...taught me so much." I bite my lip, lifting my gaze to meet his. My pussy is throbbing, soaking my little black panties. Before he can respond, I reach towards his lap, rubbing his dick through his pants. "Gianna..." His voice sounds pained. "You know I have a wife." But even as he says this, he puts his hand over mine, adding more pressure to his cock. He shuts his eyes, lifting his hips against my hand as he lets out a tiny moan. One night when.