Nick reached gripped at the couch arm firmly as his cock throbbed urgently. This was so wrong but it felt so right. He moaned softly as his balls twit...hed. A wave of blurring pleasure swamped his brain, as stream after stream of sticky, warm seed fired out into Sara’s panties, gradually slowing down. Sara looked down at the popcorn tub in satisfaction. Nick had fired so much jism that a thick, white puddle oozed out from under one side of his strained panties, sliding off into the remaining. He momentarily broke away from me. He pulled the tank top off me, and then the sports bra I was wearing, releasing my breasts to the air. He pushed me back on the sofa. Looking into my eyes, he then lowered his head to my breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth, playing it with his teeth, while caressing and pinching my other breast with his hand. This was all new to me; the other guys had not bothered to do this. My head was spinning, and I just lay there and let him do what he was doing.. That day came however, when he would have to make a choice. His parents had told him about it for many years, but it felt as if he could have spent that much more time thinking about what it was that he should really do. Try to make it big in the city and send money back home, or start a family by marrying one of the local girls. As far as he knew, all of his friends chose the latter.He leaned towards the same as well, but there was something about the introduction of the element of choice. Then when you came in here tonight and began rubbing my legs, I said to myself that I was not going to let you out of my bedroom without making love to you. So you see mother, I really want to have sex with you. I knew everyone was going to be gone, that's why I wore this short skirt and these pantyhose. And since you are also wearing a skirt and pantyhose, we can both make our fantasies come true." Carol stared deeply into Marcia's eyes. The doors had been opened. Carol slowly lowered her lips.