I felt so good stroking my cock thinking of my mother’s tits. I was very close to blowing my load when I swear I heard something from the hallway. ... I think my mother was watching me! But at this point I had no choice but to finish what I was doing. Seconds later I shot a streak of hot com into the air. It landed on my stomach, my throat, and even some on my face. I got some tissues and cleaned myself off. I turned off my light and went to sleep. I knew I had to work a ton of hours the. I was somewhat shocked. He sat back down.I grabbed my robe and went to the bedroom. Grabbing a fresh pair ofpanties, I tucked my softening latina wonder in place. I put back on thered dress, and freshened my make-up. A quick comb through my hair, and Iwas ready to go.I came back into the living room. Roger was sitting calmly in his chair,the hood still in place."Ok, I'm going to untie the knots on the hood. Hopefully I won't break anail doing it," I said."Woo-hoo," Roger whelped.It took a lot. The giver had to hold it in herself using her pelvic floor muscles, butthere was no harness to get in the way. Closer contact could beachieved, and the fact that we both got pleasure at the same time, madeit all worth it.We also tried vegetables and fruit. I admit I loved it when Saskia fedme strawberries from her vagina, but nothing beat sex without any aids.She taught me to take my time, there was no rush for the big 'O', itwas about the joys of the erotic journey there. As we explored. I was a geek-jock. I had the option of taking either a football scholarship or an academic scholarship when I went to college. Sandy enrolled at Caltech with me -- on an academic scholarship too.We were each other's first and only bed partners, and I was quite content and thought Sandy felt the same way. I was devastated when I found out about her liaison. Let's face it, though, we are not living in the early 19th century anymore. The odds are stacked heavily against any marriage lasting a.