Using the full length of my cock and fucking her slow, we fucked for what seemed like ten minutes. Joyce’s legs entwined with mine as I speeded up ...hrusting into her now very moist love hole.Pulling her strappy top over her tits and squashing them together in her bra made her start to pant. A nice white lacy bra just like her knickers had her hands mauling and squeezing at her tits and her nipples were showing through the thin material. Joyce was on her way to her orgasm, lifting herself off. "Ya saw me th' other night huh Chere?" he asked.Recognition fired in dormant brain cells along with fear. I tried to run but my body refused to cooperate. My heart started to beat faster and louder and I wanted to scream but for some reason I couldn't. He turned again towards the darkness and I followed him without even being asked.The strangest thing was that we were only a few yards away from the tourists who were smiling and dancing to the happy sounds of the Zydeco. He bit deeply into my. ......... I need to tell you, my mother was in her 16th summer when I was born, so was only in her 40th summer when these events took place.Her body, slightly overweight, but by no needs fat, still held a beauty few women ever achieved Her breasts, full and ripe, with a very slight pear shape, were peach colored with impossibly pink nipples, her waist only slightly thick, but wonderfully curved, with hips rounded and toned, a kind of Earth Mother quality about her whole body, with a face to. She continued, "You have legs women would kill for. They're perfect.They're so long and slender. Your arms are girlish. I'm mean your wristreally is quite like that of the average thin girl out there. You evenwalk like a girl. Your stride is so short and your voice is unisexual."I didn't quite know how to take my wife's assessment of me as being thisgirlish person. I wanted it to be true. I knew at least parts of itwere, but I didn't want to confirm what my wife was seeing.What would she think.