"Haha not too bad. I think I win, though ;)."Charlie felt conflicting emotions. What the hell did the "haha" mean?! He sent back, "We'll have to find ...ut in person sometime." Oh, we will." The other man demonstrated a natural ability to be slightly more in control, Charlie had come to realize over time. Little comments like that were not uncommon. Charlie was not naturally submissive, but he could not deny the excitement that came with the thought of someone seizing control.But he liked to. I grabbed her hand and took the vessel from her. She was silent and calm now, letting me do the things I want to do.She turned away from me. I stood behind and hugged her tightly. I kissed on her neck, shoulders and lower neck. I kissed behind her ears and licked them. She turned her head toward me and I kissed on her lips. She moved her body like a snake and grinded my dick. I put my left hand in between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. Then I inserted my hands inside her cotton shorts. We had invested in a collapsible wheel chair and I shook it into shape, picking up the limp girl and dumping her into it. We gathered up everything, wiped down the place and left. Les rode in the back seat of the rental car with the still unconscious Carol strapped upright beside her. I pulled up behind the first floor apartment we had rented in the outer Mission. When Carol came around she was on her back on the kitchen table, her knees bent, lower legs hanging down. Her arms and legs were. It was always missionary and mom never took her nylons and heels off. She would lock her ankles around dad's back and he would caress her legs all the while he pumped his beautiful cock in her. Her moans and orgasms were real. The sight of dad's cum oozing from mom was such a wonderful sight. I wanted to be where she was. I wanted to be her. I wanted her man. I wanted dad.Mom had gone to visit her parents who lived several states away. Dad had never hinted of wanting a sexual relationship with.