She was sitting on my left side with her son sitting on her lap. So I started playing with her son and while playing, I touched her thighs and made it...look like an accident.After a few second, repeated the same thing, but this time kept my hand there for a few seconds. There was no reaction from her side. I took this as a Yes, so I tilted a bit towards left, kept pretending like playing with her son and placed my left hand on her thigh for even longer duration. Although she was wearing a denim. Pursed his lips. "Okay. I suggest that you bring her around. If your story won't stand up on its own, I suggest the two of you agree on something and practice it -- but we might as well nurse your mother through the first shock." He paused. "I'd like to know more..." Pop, I can't -- but I can ask that you be read in. There is a price to be paid -- we have to know that the secrets involved are gonna be kept, and that means you're gonna have to provide some guarantees..." Bobby related."Sounds. It was difficult to hide my elation to hear that advice. Now I would no longer have to fear that having a stranger's cum in me would result in awkward explanations.I've lost count of the number of times over the years that I have taken a trip to our local shopping mall complex to hunt down a willing partner or two. The best hunting ground has always been the arcade area which has a branch of 'Victoria Secrets' on one side. It amused me to watch young guys loitering around getting their kicks. The power behind it was immense. In vain, you attempted to prepare yourself, but even as you did, you felt the futility. In the end, you surrendered to it.You came...Hard. When it took hold, your body froze up. Unable to move, trapped by the sensation, your muscles began to quiver. You were almost vibrating. It was almost painful. You were clenching and spasming inside. Your calves were turning to knots as your toes curled up, and your diaphragm convulsed with the rhythm of your orgasm. It.