However, the situations were real. I will leave it to the reader's imagination to determine which parts actually occurred. The rest are my passionate ...antasies. I let my desires propel the story to describe what I wish would happen with my son."There was a period in my life when things did not go well. I was divorced and feeling very inadequate and lonely. My son Josh, who was in college at this time, was a great comfort to me and spent a lot of time with me. However, I still found myself. She rolls it between her thumb and finger. As Casey rolls and pulls that nipple, Emma lets out a loud moan into the girl’s mouth.It is loud enough to snap her back to reality and Casey quickly breaks their embrace, snatching her hand away from the older woman’s breast. “We shouldn’t do this here,” she says out of breath. “If Mister Braxton comes back and sees us we’ll be in some big time trouble.”Emma throws on a sexy smile. “I don’t think we have to worry about that.”Casey returns the smile.. Her pert nipples rose to meet his chest and he felt his cock glide through her wet folds again and again, until he shifted his hips up and used his hand to guide his rigid penis into her soaking wet hole. He felt the brief stretch of her hymen, which popped. She felt a quick sting, then welcomed him inside her body. Bobby felt her tight tunnel squeezing around him until he could penetrate no further. Their pubic bones bumped together, his fuzzy pubic hair mingling with hers as he felt his balls. To grunt joyously as he pumped his hot seed deeply into a frail little English woman. Yes, this would be good, he thought.There was noise outside the chamber door. Mahmot knew that if this lady screamed he'd have twenty guardsmen on his back in an instant. But she remained silent, just looking up at him eyes wide.Realizing that it was now or never, Mahmot began to strip his clothes off. He noticed that the woman's eyes stared at him as he striped. Was she afraid, or interested? He couldn't be.