I tried to not hit bottom, with his head, too hard. I rode him nice and slow up and down. Easing up until just the head was trapped inside then, down ...s he filled me and, oh god, did he ever fill me!The first time he didn’t last too long, maybe ten minutes; probably not even that. Long enough to make me pretty sore but also nice and loose, he’d stretched me good. I’d had some cramps but they went away after a while.When he came I made sure that I had every bit of that cock that I could take. This is the position she prefers. Missionary. Face to face, tits up, flat on her back, never changing, except when we are just cuddling. She let’s me fuck her in various cuddles, but when it gets passionate, heats up, when it’s the race to the finish?She rolls onto her back and pulls me on top of her. For some good old male dominant, missionary position, belly to belly, hammer assed, old time fuckin.Mom has subtly changed. Little mannerisms, small details in facial expressions and body. Mary Ann said nothing, still recovering from the kiss. "I love you, Mary Ann." And, I love you, too, Ginger." A moment's hesitation, made her add, "As a friend, of course." Of course," agreed Ginger. Her machine-slacked lust was beginning to return. The Professor better get here soon, she thought. Ginger turned around, walked to her closet and selected a dress to put on. It was either that or attack Mary Ann again. She dropped her towel and put on her dress with a practiced quickness that came. In both of our previous encounters, I had just stood there as Randy advanced on me. Not this time, I started to move around to his left. He sort of turned with me but he kept getting his feet tangled up. Finally he roared, I mean he actually roared like a lion or something, and charged me.I let him come to me and as he did I ducked under his outstretched arms and stepped to one side. When I got beside him, I kicked the side of his leg right at the knee. He went down on his stomach. He landed.