"Oh, God!" she moaned. Her hand flew to her mouth in dismay at what she had allowed to spurt from her lips."It feels good, doesn't it? And you can cal... me Herb," he told her. "So, if it feels good, you have a right to some of it." His fingers moved gently between the plump labia and around just inside the entrance of the virginal channel, careful not to ravage her hymen before the proper time came. His thumb flicked lightly at her anus and she opened her legs a bit wider, turning her hips up to. She was in her room, working on notes for any possible questions the next day. She was frustrated there was no wifi in the room, it would have been good to Skype (I thought not!). I guessed she was taking about me, saying how helpful I had been putting up the stand and that I’d gone off to see some friends in town.Whilst she continued the conversation, I pulled up a chair to the end of the bed and sat down. I could see no reason why not, so put cream & oil on my hand and lay my hand on her calf. Sated.The day out on the water, the swimming, the fresh air and the bottle of wine all lead to us being tired out early. Mum said "I'm ready for bed Peter, let's tidy up and make an early night of it." I seconded the motion, it had been a busy day and I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. I started to fold down the dinette table to make up my bed when Mum said "leave it Peter, sleep with me, I need to feel you near to me tonight, just don't get any naughty ideas."Wow, sleep with Mum, there. He put that thing inside me once.“Quinnie, look,” he begins, and I raise my head to look him in the eyes while his own flicker at my determined expression. “Honey, I’m going to be honest with you. What we did last time when we… it wasn’t supposed to be the beginning of something. It was just a bit of fun with the lads. I’m sorry if you’re finding it difficult to let go. I’ll make it easy for you. We don’t love you. I don’t love you. I just wanted to… you know… and it was fun while it lasted..