She moaned, cried out again and began to thrash. The feelings of intimacy that came from putting my finger in my childhood friend’s most secret and ...ntimate place was overwhelming.In retrospect, my telling sounds rational. But, we were both so caught up in the furor of the event that most of the memories were either not recorded, or blown out of our head by the sheer raw emotion.In concept, I knew what to do. I was eighteen years old, for God’s sake. I had read a few Playboys and seen a few. I went on my computer, made sure that my internet was on a proxy somewhere in Europe, then opened up Firefox. I went to facebook, and entered the info she told me, and waited. It successfully logged in. I then quickly appeared offline, then went to her profile. Man, she was popular, 700+ friends, couple dozen of them listed as sisters and brothers. Right in the side screen where it list some friends there was a single girl, all the rest boys, so I clicked her, figured I've been lucky with. Her mother came under and held my cock ready to push into her daughters pussy. “Now.” mum stated. She slipped her pussy down onto my cock groaning with the stretching of her pussy. Man this pussy was tight. I moved my hips forward and back into her. On the third push she flooded herself and came on me. I managed to get some seven inches into her pussy before I hit the bottom. She just bounced on me coming in a continued orgasm, I counted four, I think before she made me cum into her tight. ‘I can’t believe we’re doing this here!’ Her slim arms locked around Bobby’s neck and her lips ground against his as her body began the rhythmic motions of sex. Both of them found it thrilling, making love out in the open. There was some danger of discovery, but the hour was late and the spot secluded so the likelihood of interruption was scant. Even so, the wrongness of what they were doing was a tremendous stimulant. Their plunge of passion rapidly became unstoppable as their united bodies.