After a time, she was the one to speak. ‘The discoloring came as she grew weaker?’ ‘Yes.’ Winston could remember that part in intense detail. ...he crystal-clear roadwork of blood as it knitted its way across her body. He had been astounded at the time with how extensive the veins were. Long, thick tangles spreading on her arms, legs, chest like the roots of a tree or the tributaries of a river. He had had a brief, morbid interest in the chance to see just how complicated the network of blood. She was a well preserved forty-five and he was--what? Seventeen? Yes, something like that. Did it really matter what the exact difference was when it was so large any way? And the more she thought of Kevin, the more she wanted to add him to her gallery of photographs."There's no damned way I can do it without embarrassing him," she said aloud. She was in her bedroom, her collection spread before her on the bed. She couldn't remember when the urge to collect male genitalia had hit her. Maybe. Sandra guessed that he would probably take the middle one. In combination with the streets, they already had run through, his total distance would probably equal the longest trail through the woods.When they were getting closer, Sandra could see the parking lot in front of the forest, and she noticed that there were already a few cars there. Sandra felt how she was getting excited again, when she thought about maybe running into a few of those people in the forest.When they got neared, Sandra. He made a few more rapid pumps before his body went stiff above me just as my own orgasm hit. A few moments later, he collapsed down upon me and I held him close. Our breathing was ragged as we fought to catch our breath, our sweaty bodies pressed tightly together. It was wonderful to hold my son with his cock still buried inside of me. I began running my fingers through his sweaty hair and kissing the side of his face. I could feel his hot breath on my sweaty neck as we relaxed in post-coital.