Suddenly, his cock moves back but with aglassy lubrication aiding it. He just came inside of me. The thoughtsends waves of lust and emotion into my ...rain. My pussy squeezestightly trying to hold him in. I knew that he would withdraw, but Ihonestly wanted him back in. When he pulls out with a slurp I feel suchan emptiness...and wetness. Warm gizz drips down my leg. Satisfied thatwe were able to pull off our lovemaking without anyone noticing Istraighten up and watch my lover walk away. Therewas a guy called Ciril who loved slapping across my face very much. At college, friends used to call me"Madam". I never resisted it because I enjoyed it. I was fare, goodlooking and was having a feminine face. Also I was very much submissive inbehavior. After I graduated, when I was 22 year old, Istarted job hunting. And during those times, there happened the first eventwhich brought out the feminine nature in me. I was waiting for bus in bus stop.I was seated in the waiting shed. Then a. The stirring in my own Levi's was now undeniable, as my musings were interrupted by..."Hi, I'm Rob. I guess you're waiting for me. Sorry to be late, but I was... detained a bit," glancing back at his ride who apparently was going to wait to see his friend take off."Hey, no prob," I responded weakly. "The problem may be this weather, though. It'll get worse before it gets better. I'd even given some thought that we might want to wait till morning before attempting Bonner's Ferry." Well, it's. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to.