Her cute little knees were almost touching as her orgasm finished washing through her, having nearly made her double over at it's intensity. For my o...n sake, I didn't want to stop, and I was rubbing her thighs warmly as she recovered. It like I was coaxing her through it. I had long since came in my own pants, and as she stood there so intimately exposed to me, holding herself up, I just didn't want to stop. I leaned in and continued to lick her, and she shuddered with a small little gasp of. The twist is I didn’t observe my erecting cock by seeing her. It was just erected some. It was clear appearance through my jeans because it was wet by rain. She observed that and you are not in your manner, just be in your control and went from there. Finally we reached to our hotel.We completed our dinner at 11 night. And went to sleep in her room she was alone. I just went near her room. I shocked that she didn’t slept. Also hugging pillow and rolling on the bed. I observe all these things. I closed my eyes in an effort to close him out, I didn't want to hear him, didn't want to smell him, the cigarettes on his breath, or his cheap cologne. The bed was rocking, tapping insistently on the wall, the springs squeaking with each thrust of his hips, and the slap again against my ass. 'Damn, bitch, this is some damn good pussy here, I knew I shoulda got onto this sooner.' I couldn't believe it, despite everything, I was hard as a rock my penis being driven against the sheets, No,. She felt she was disrespecting her son and besides she now had undeniable proof that her son shared the same fantasy. Barbara decided that Johnnys answer to her next question would decide how the rest of the evening was going to pan out. She asked Johnny "what would you do if your mother walked into your room right now and lay on your bed?" Johnnys reply came fast "I'd slide down her knickers and kiss and lick the insides of her thighs, till she is dripping wet and begging me to lick her cunt.".