I'm not telling you this to torture you. Actually, I don't really know why I'm telling you at all."I waited, but of course she didn't say anything."Ok...y ... I'm going to do it now," I warned.I think I had some kind of twisted way of thinking about all this that said that if I told her I was going to, and she didn't complain, then it was okay to do it. I mean any idiot would see the problems with that way of thinking, under the circumstances, but I was really freaking out so maybe that's why I. I was bouncing up and down on his cock. The ecstasy shot through my body. It was really, really pleasurable. I slapped the wall with my hands. I shook my head back and forth. My legs and feet twitched. He forced his mouth down onto mine and we sucked and bit each other’s lips in passion. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure I couldn’t breathe. “No, no, no…Too much.” I kept saying between grunts and squeaks. “You know you love it bitch. Tell me you love it.” Jon said. “Oh, baby I love it. It feels. Although it was,and is, our custom I was mortified and tried to unsuccessfully topersuade my mother that it was unnecessary. That was the first time I openly denied Him. But Adeline seemed to 'takeit all her stride' and, afterwards, confirmed that she considered thatshe'd spent what she described as 'an interesting evening', and that shethought both my mother and my sister were 'delightful'. My mother seemedto have had her concerns somewhat mollified and, for her part, she tooexpressed. "I just looked at her, being curious about how she meant that, but she got into action without hesistance. First, she tried to get my jeans off my legs - after I got that, I undid them, throwing them onto the bench. Then, she grabbed my panties, pulled them down, told me to lift my feet, and soon she had my panties in her hands. She looked and sniffed on them."Really nice, smells like horny boy", she commented. "Let's see if we can improve them."She put the panties on one of the hooks, then put.