He didn't stop and after a minute he also got it and emptied his full balls inside her wombs. It was oozing from her after her wetness. Her head was o... his shoulders. She had no power to do or say something. He carried her to the bedroom without changing the position. Her legs were around him, his cock was inside her and he was holding her from her legs and carrying her to the bed. He lied down on the bed and she lied down on his chest without changing position and yes his cock was still inside. That's when it hit me. Mary's parents would see me! Ialmost didn't go, but Grandma told me that I might as well get used tohaving people see me, at least for a while, so I walked down the street,outside, and all alone for the first time ever. You could reasonably saythat I was scared, wondering what her parents would say. I rang the belland was let in by her mom."And you must be Jill!" Yes Ma'am." Mary is in her room, she'll be right down." I stood there, my kneeslocked together like Grandma. My tongue and lips were planting the flag on Everest. With a hand holding the back of her head I held her as my mouth demanded her obedience. As I felt her arm around my neck tighten, drawing us closer, I knew she was beginning to submit to her new lover, not just her son. Mom was on my lap long enough for my thighs to start aching, but I wasn't going to ruin this by hurrying. I was stroking her back and sides, an occasional fingertip brushing the outer bulge of a breast and the palm of my hand. My desire was born ofadoration, but it was more than adoration.What happened, and brought about for me this unity, began with an act,not uncommon to happen, amongst teenage boys. Janice had a woman's feminine fetish for lingerie and clothing. Thisfetish went beyond the natural love women have for clothing. For Janiceclothing was the essence of feminine sensuality and was an essential partof her sexuality. I have never since seen any woman, with so much and somany different kinds of feminine.