Karen is definitely the aggressor. Without breaking the kiss she led me to the bed and we climbed onto it eagerly, if somewhat less than gracefully. W... stretched out and kissed and touched and then she pushed me over onto my back. She got up on her knees and began making love to me, taking control. She kissed my face and my neck and then I felt her full, soft, sexy lips on my breasts.Everything about making love to a woman is so much different than being with a guy. Her lips are softer and more. My story starts when I was they were both 20 and I was 18, my mom, Carol, was also attractive, she was a little more overweight then most women at the age of 36, only slightly, but she was still good looking, anyway every two weeks she would go away for the weekend, I suspect for some act of dirty sex, and I would be left with my sisters, every time this happened they would bring back guys and fuck them senseless, I would just lay in my bed listening to the groans and bed banging against the. She merely stared back into the dark, mystery eyes and wondered if it wasn’t too late to fight the girl. Then she noticed Scarlett’s lips moving, but nothing seemed to register in her distraught mind at first. Suddenly things started to make sense and the great dilemma unfolded. The girl had numerous naked pictures of Layla’s daughter and now of Layla herself, which Scarlett planned on using for blackmail purposes.Layla didn’t mean to show weakness, but she started to cry. All of a sudden it. I suppose I’m an ass.“Don’t rush me, Riley,” I snapped. “I can take care of myself.”“I just thought I could help,” she said.“I don’t need a mother to look after me. I just need to sort out which pills I should take.”The instant crushed look on her face was more than I could bear. I turned my back on her. I could hear the stunned silence behind me. I still couldn’t bear to face her. I had to do something but I could scarcely trust myself to speak.“Please put the oats in the water when it boils,.