She was already arching her back and pushing her hips towards me. I ran my tongue right threw the middle of her slit. It tasted amazing. I had eaten a...few women out but never such a sweet taste as this one. I went right to work on her clit. Squeezing her thighs pulling her as close is I could I felt her grab my head. Pulling on me as hard as she could. I felt a gush of her womanly fluids feel my mouth. As she started screaming "oh oh oh oh my god I'm gonna cum!!!" and with that she slammed her. No, that’s not right, for that might lead one to believe the glorious exploration of a new lovers touch was absent from our play. Nothing could be further from the truth. Every sound she made, her quick intake of breath as my teeth sank into her nipple, or the gasp of pleasure she made when my fingers delved into her depths, were loud then and echo in my mind today. She was slick and wet, her sex responding to my explorations with a hunger she could have never denied. Using my fingers, I. "You're a sweet boy." she sighed.What had I been so upset about? Why had realizing Izzy didn't like me set me off the way it did? Maybe because I was still hyper-sensitive about the cheating. Maybe because I couldn't help but link liking with love. And maybe it had something to do with the after-effects of tying us all together. Or ... no, damnit! That possibility didn't bear thinking about."It's my professional opinion that psychologists know fuck-all about bugger-all." I eventually. You done it and eager to make love your mother at night and in lovers park. You have already accept your mother as your girl friend and sex partner. It only can honestly speaking comes from your deep heart. It was not artificial. Same to me also. Both we should be honest to yourself that we are not cheating ourselves. Our society is not bother for us. Why we should bother? Here only we are male and female no other relation in between us. We are honestly loving each other. By heart I am no more.