It was just the kind of rough, raunchy fucking that Donna loved best. She lay back and gurgled with delight, keeping her legs wide-open for her lusty ...oung son's deep, powerful thrusts."Uuuuuhhhhh, shit, Mom, it feels so good," he panted. "How 'bout for you?"Why deny it? "Yes, baby, it feels great to me too," she moaned, snaking her arms around him.Donna arched her body up against his so that his pistoning prick rubbed her clit, increasing the intensity of her pleasure. She kept her body raised. .. Leaving out the detail that they are better flirts than those kissing Dutch. We started to chat in the bus. Continued in the plane. Silenced by the view over the Mediterranean and a large lake, while landing in sun-set. Another bus, and a long-time dear lady friend picked us up at Gare St Charles in old town. I´d no idea where we would sleep. She dropped up us off at a place in the 5th of old town. Some Claude´s place, who wasn´t there. He was my friend, but at the moment I wasn´t sure which. This excitement washed over me and made my secret tingle. I held on, letting our bodies feel all the tingles it wanted. I didn't want to let go, I wanted to go where it always did with her... to euphoria."I'm in room 603," I said, handing her my spare room card."I'll be there in ten," she said, accepting it with a smile.I saw her through the peep hole smiling, and greeted her in my fresh robe. She too, was in her hotel robe, making me wonder about her nakedness underneath. She walked. "What I am wondering, is what the hell is going on? Emma seems to be the only human one here. The boys are..." I pause in search of a word."Morons." Diana supplies with amusement."I was looking for something less derogatory. They have no mental stimulation, so it is no big surprise that they are only looking after number one." I end and chew my bottom lip as I think so more. "What I was looking at was the father. He seemed off to me. I mean why live out here? His wife is pretty smart, and would.