"Great!"I bent down and kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue slitheredinto her warm, wet mouth, which tasted vaguely of sweet wine. Shekissed me bac... with a passion that wasn't entirely unexpected."Think we have time for a quick one, Mom?", I asked tweaking hererect nipples between thumb and forefinger."Hell, I sure hope so," grinned Mom. "You've got me hot now,honey. You better finish what you started. Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy momthese days. Where the hell do. After all, I thought, it was possible that all of this was just a dream. But if it was, it was a long, unusually vivid dream from which I didn't ever want to awaken.Life went on in this fashion for almost four more weeks. During that time, Ellie's romantic attachment to me never faltered. She remained as enthusiastic a lover as she had been, on that first amazing afternoon when she'd persuaded me to take her home to see my grandfather's gardens, and the pond, in daylight.I remained full of. He kept wondering why she wasn't afraid that he was a psycho killer, why she wasn't paranoid that he was going to do something unstable or psychotic to her. She didn't even have a cautious look in her eye. In fact, she seemed to be the one that was comforting Bret.They reached her apartment, and still carrying her backpack, Bret blindly followed her up the stairs of a two story walk-up to her apartment. She intentionally stopped short and Bret ended up face first in the seat of her pants. He. ” Sushmita licked her lips and sucked the slick finger into her mouth. Tasting herself only made her wetter. He pushed her legs apart and drew her to the edge of the counter. She felt the rough tongue again, now exploring her pussy, now rubbing her clit, now slipping between her lips and tasting her from within. Sushmita leaned back to give him better access. She rested against the counter and the wall and allowed herself to be proven a whore.Only a whore would respond this way, she told.