“Ow! Ma, what’s wrong?” He wasn’t asking about my shriek. Why couldn’t he press in like before? His bulb had popped between my Venus but had...stuck.“It’s not ready for you.” I told him.“Well, make it ready.”“I can’t. It’s not right.”“It was ready last night.” He sulked. “What did you do?”“I can’t tell you that. It’s not-”“Listen, Ma, everything is right when I tell you it is. Do you hear me?”I lowered my eyes. “Yes, Son.” I took his stuck shaft in my hand. It was an opportunity, to show him. I. She is trying to hold back to enjoy as long as she can. Abbie can feel Tim’s cock, getting harder against her as each wave rushes through her.It is always exciting to her when she feels Tim’s hard prick rubbing up and down her ass crack—not trying to enter her but enjoying the friction against her body. By now, Tim has Abbie purring like he loves to hear. As he continues, between rushes, Abbie gasps out for him not to stop, which he doesn’t.Abbie knows she is reaching that point of no. I can control it with you on top. Just don't do that thing where you milk me." You mean this?" She sat still and he felt those internal muscles working. His eyes were drawn to her belly and he could see it move as she squeezed and relaxed."Yes, that," he gasped. "If you do that, I'm going to make another mess inside you." I like it when you make a mess inside me," she said. "After Jack was born, Dave said one was too many. He always wore a condom after that." I should be wearing one too," said. It also seemed as if he and hisnew friends now chatted endlessly and quite frivolously. If I hadn'tknown better, I would have sworn they had all known each other foryears and years. I had no real doubts that was now the case. Evenif I couldn't hear a single word of their conversation, I certainlyhad no difficulty figuring out the topic of their engrossing littlechitchat.It was just so perfectly obvious now.What else could they possibly be talking about?After all, that was why I'd picked this.