I was just trying to make him stay with my mom.I guessed that I was wet because he was fulfilling my desires too. My mind was not enjoying it because ...f the fact that he was my mom’s boyfriend. I never loved him and I was doing it just to get things working between mom and him but my body was responding to his big cock. I was getting wet realizing that and soon his cock was going to be inside my pussy.John spread my legs and licked my pussy. I leaned back a little because I wanted to feel. Pants finally removed. Shirt. He lay back on her childhood bed and waited.She came in low, like a great stalking cat, climbing up the end of the bed. Cheeks, the neck, then breasts caressing the inner part of his feet and legs and thighs. Knees feeling taut nipples. Her mouth catching his expanding cock and sucking, or rubbing it against her cheek. Just long enough for it to fill with blood, a heartbeat at a time, and then moving on. His abdomen. His chest, nipples against nipples when they. ”“Our house,” she corrected.“Yes, our HOME. It was just a house until you showed up. Like a den so I had someplace to get in out of the cold...” I smiled. “And then one day I went to the bus station...”She giggled. “Once upon a time...”“Almost is, baby.”“I like being ‘baby’. It’s different being ‘baby’ to you than it was with Grandma.”“I love you differently than your Grandma.”“I hope so, Bob,” she said.We paid the ticket, left, had a discussion about whether we needed to stop anywhere on the. And if you are reading this you cheating, double crossing, son of a bitch… you weren’t THAT good. And yes, I am feeling bitter and I am feeling down and I am feeling goddamn angry… about Bobbie, about life, about everything. Maybe it is the approach of Bealtinne but the sap is rising guys and there is only so much fun you can have with a lump of rubber and five fingers…. well, by yourself anyway. Bobbie and I…. well enough of that. Anyway, I was thinking maybe it was time to put the house on.