It's the little things that I remember: the brush of your hand against my face, the way the corner of your mouth would turn up in amusement at somethi...g silly being said. But mostly I remember the warmth of your skin, the goosebumps you raised when flesh made contact with flesh (no matter how innocent the touch).It was so long ago, like the words in her song. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still want you here with me. And all my heart can say, yes still to this day, is please don't go.But. He could feel his cock growing hard under his mother’s expert hand. Vicky didn’t miss a beat, placing her right hand on Brad’s left thigh. Brad sat frozen with excited fear.“Do I dare touch my mom? Do I dare touch, Vicky?” He thought. Brad figured, if his mom can rub his cock, then he can at least put his hand on her leg. He wouldn’t know what he could get away with if he didn’t at least try.Brad hesitantly put his right hand high on his mom’s left leg. She didn’t take his hand away! She smiled. There had been only the one snake, and there was no proof that it was a Gibson's Water Snake, anyway. They had never found another that resembled it, and sooner or later, someone was going to figure that out and confront the Fish and Wildlife Service with it. The one snake was mighty thin evidence in Federal Court, she knew, but it was all they had to work with.Right now, it looked like a battle between the Fish and Wildlife Service and the EPA, and there was a good chance that it could indeed. Faster and faster we moved together as our pleasure built, reaming my cock deep into her pussy. Oh fuck yes Bobby, faster, harder, fuck yes Bobby yes Ooooohh god Jessie, fuck sister Im gonna cum, yes gonna cum I felt my balls begin to tighten and my cock throb as the cum boiled from my ball bag. With a cry of release and pleasure I ploughed my cock as deep as it would go into Jessies womb and held it there as my boiling sperm flooded into her. As my cum shot forth in a raging torrent Jessie.