I was moaning, motionless. He was a very strong man, lifted me by his hands, carried me like a child and entered the bedroom.He was kissing me from to... to bottom, like an insane person. I was slowly throwing my hands and legs around, moaning pretty loud, like a person in distress. He threw his dress away, leaving just a boxer on his waist. He kissed my forehead, eyes, cheeks, earlobes, licked my ear canal. He was sucking my lips, tongue and chin vigorously. He then slowly opened my blouse and. . said it was too big."Before she even thought about it, Danielle looked at her son's crotch and for the first time noticed the sizeable bulge in his shorts. Already aroused with the thoughts of reliving her porno days, she couldn't help feeling her pussy moisten."How . . . how big is it?" she asked.Jack looked at his mom in surprise. They'd always been fairly relaxed about the whole sexual issue – although she'd never told either of her sons about her past – but even this was a little unusual.. Waving a hand dismissively, I muttered, "Nothing much. Just areminder that fighting's never as easy as I think it'll be."That remark had my friend screwing his face up in confusion."Fighting? You?" What? Didn't think I could hold my own?" I remarked with a smirk.Ryan quickly shook his head. "Nope, just never expected you to haveto. I mean, have you ever been angry?" Everyone's been angry at some point, man," I pointed out. "Even themost laid-back hippy gets worked up if someone tries to. God! What was she doing? Mom and Dad were only three feet away, in the front seat!I looked quickly to the front and saw Dad just staring forward and Mom slumped over, toward the passenger window, sleeping. I looked over at Ellen's mischievous smile and then down at her sexy, exposed leg, and my hand in the bundle of her frilly skirt.Gee, my brain told me, why not?I pushed my hand into my sister's underpants. Her pussy was gushing wet with her lubricant. My fingers probed into her gooey slit,.