He didn’t know how many times she came. Nor did he know it was called a multiple orgasm.Maggie had never had a multiple orgasm, and now she was havi...g one, it almost frightened her. Her sons huge cock was as deep as it would go, inside her. It filled her. Her legs were cramped, but she didn’t want to take it out of herself. She dug her nails into him, fucking hell, Cathy and Linda had been right, Phil could do it, and do it well. More importantly, he had yet to come himself. She stopped fucking. She pulled my right hand and put it on left boob it was so soft that I really cant express in words by now we both were very horny.. I took her in my arms and move to bed and remove all her clothes one by one I put both hands on her Brest and squeezed them and sucked them like a mango they were amazing I really love that in the meanwhile she undo my shirt and my jeans..I was In undies only ,she moved down to my dick whichWas still in undies she kissed on my dick and removed my undies I was. Now she physically resides in a network of about 30 computers in my basement. Well technically her core still resides in that same original system and 6 other core systems like it, but she is able to use the other systems for storage and sub- processing. For example, she'll be playing WoW at the same time she's processing science, engineering, medical and psychological journals while she's watching TV while she's talking to me. (She has difficulty understanding the concept of only doing one. I had not partaken in physical relations in quite some time. Natassia had been gone for nearly one and one-half decades, and I had slept with only one other woman in that period; a beautiful, barely legal blonde college student whom I met in the grocery a year after Natassia's passing. That young, American harlot was too brash, too naive and too rude for a long-term relationship. She was, however, a great fuck and I plowed her tight, petite body nearly three dozen times in our month-long.