The way my walls stretched to accommodate him felt different every time. He always keeps me waiting so long. "Better?" His blue eyes smoldering into...mine. I dig my nails into his buttocks, urging him to go faster, but he grabs my hands, placing them above my head and rolling his hips so I can feel all of him. His entire body is hard; his abs and pectorals grind against me, his thighs forcing mine further apart. I kiss him, and bite his lip. He speeds up. "Why don't you ever tell me what. I absolutely love having my neck and ears licked and nibbled, it is the one thing that can reduce me to a quivering wreck, and man behind me with his soft silky voice, with the wonderful smell of aftershave had ran his tongue along my sensitive part.That was it, a gasp escaped my lips, my body shuddered and I realised that I needed to have this man, the man that was seducing me in public, the man that I had not yet seen. I spun around and was relieved to find the voice belonged to a handsome. She straddled me. "Mon!" I started."Shut up," she said, her manicured finger against my lips. She pushed her chest against my face, rubbing her crotch into mine. "I want this, and I'm not afraid to tell you that. You haven't let me talk about this for a year, but I'm tired of pretending I don't want you." It would break mom's heart," I said simply."So mom doesn't have to know," she said, still gently rubbing against me. "Stephanie doesn't have to know either."Sure, she was right. But it wasn't. In moments they would rain hell fire down on a small unsuspecting town, and change the world forever.Martha Kane was standing in a small shop staring into a mirror. She ran a hand through her long red hair, and stared at her face. Even though she was forty she often passed as younger, and even young men drooled over her. Her breasts were large and firm, her stomach smooth and toned, her legs long and sexy, her ass round and delectable. She smiled softly admiring the way the simple black dress.