He continued to slide himself in andout of her from behind. They were both aware of how muchwetter she was getting. And Mrs. Smith was talking again.&...8220;I said it looks like you’re falling asleep up there.”“Ah… Um… No. Just… day… dreaming.” Formingsentences was taking a little effort. She was stillfocused on his cock sliding in and out of her.“Well it’s a nice day for it,” Mrs. Smith continued. Atthis point, he removed his. Under constant pressure from her mother, Heather gave up sucking her thumb, at least while she was awake, when she was around twelve. However, her subconscious kept the habit going, and even as she was pushing thirty, she often slept with her thumb in her mouth. The constant exercise, sometimes several hours a night, gave her tongue and jaw muscles as strong as the average politician's.However, when Heather was twelve, something else entered her life: Henry David Thoreau and Walden Pond.Living. I opened one eye in the dark to see her hand from the back. She managed to move the blanket and inched closer until her bum reached my crotch. I could feel that she wasn’t wearing any underwear that time and thinking about it gave me a hard-on. She felt it too I guess because I felt her ass moving up and down my cock.I decided to put my hand on her soft belly. I rubbed her belly just under her navel and she suddenly grabbed my hand tight and put it on her boob. Guys, I was literally in heaven.. ‘But we still feature in her fantasies.’ ‘You’re sure?’ ‘You don’t notice her staring at you, glancing south to see the reaction her body gives you?’ ‘I try not to,’ I said sheepishly. ‘Well she does the same to me, noticing my nipples just like I notice hers. And…’ ‘What…?’ ‘I…’ ‘What?’ ‘I kind of got curious and spied on her.’ ‘What do you mean spied?’ ‘I checked out her computer.’ ‘You didn’t.’ ‘Unh-hunh. I had a feeling I’d find proof of her attraction to us. Guess what I found in her.