You push your fingers slowly feeling her motor on the nub..First up shift, she screams more, second, down stroke, she growls with Pleasure. Up into th...rd.. she moans closing her eyes running faster, fourth down deep her legs are spread. Fifth, Up and so much faster, Hotter, she's sweating at 140 miles per hour... her tears streak she can't take more pain but she wants too so bad, and finally sixth gear. Down and deep all the ways she's running at 175 easy, her eyes feel your arms gripping her. "Mom got to her feet and walked over to the bed as my gaze dropped to her well-packed ass stuffed into her leather dress. Fuck me sideways. Mom had an ass to die for. Big. Full. Absolutely fuckable. She stopped and turned to me."Don't you have something that could take a closer look up there?" Smiling at me, she reached over to the porn mag on my desk and turned the page, "Something long and flexible?" Actually, Mrs. Peterson," I explained, "I have just the thing we need."Mom put a finger to. I dreamed you were terribly hurt but I see you have none of the terrible wounds of my dreams. Everything is so fuzzy and I feel so weak. Why am I in your bed?" She asked as she realized where she was."First of all it is not morning it is early evening. I'm afraid what you had was not a dream. Your memory will get better as your strength improves," Amy got up and walked across the room sitting on the edge of the bed."Here, sit up and drink this my dear and then go back to sleep," Amy said as she. He realized that this was it, this was the moment where his love for the little girl in the photograph was finally fulfilled. He had never consciously thought that it would come to this, though now that he was here, he realized that it was always meant to be this way.At first he thrust gently, wanting to take it slow and romantic so that she would enjoy it as much as he did. But then she lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around his hips, using them to pull him in even tighter. That.