“What were you dreaming about, anyway baby?” I asked him. “I don't remember.” He said, voice breaking, clearly lying his hot litt...e ass off. “You can tell me, honey. You can tell me anything.” he didn't say anything, but his eyes drifted to fix on my breasts. “Oh, you like those? Were they bouncing through your dreams?” I said, tugging the straps of my bra to make them bobble around a little beneath my sweater. He looked ashamed, but made. I increased my pace and strength. She began to bite my chest. We made love slowly and passionately the first time. Unlike the other women I slept with my mom did not speak any bad words or was harsh on me. She sent out genuine moans and there were tears of joy after round one.Round two, was harder and wilder. My lovely mom was also excited. Now she began to enjoy the lust part of our relationship. The madness and the wildness in sex. I entered her deep and hard, she sent out a relieved moan. ’ ‘No trees here’ I say and she slapped me again. ‘I do please you don’t I Ken? I try to be the sort of girl that cherishes the guy she wants for life. I would never do what we do if it was just a casual affair.’ I feel her warming to me again after the temporary hitch and this time, when we kiss and hug, her hand moves gently down to me. ‘I do love and need you so much, that’s all Ken. I don’t mean to be pain but I just need to be sure that’s all. And sometimes a girl needs reassuring.’ ‘Baby,. " And silently, he was by her side. "Turn round!" he said sharply. "Do I have to give you instructions?" Instructions, sir?" Bend over, damn it!"Oh, no! Not that! Catherine felt sick. She knew of such things. Not that her friends had ever discussed them in company, but there had been those half-remembered hints and giggles behind fluttering fans. But not here, not now, not the Captain? With her? Confused, she sweated in her shirt. The Captain thought she was a boy. He wasn't going to make love.