Lisa smiled back and for some reason tears began to fill her eyes. Her sweet face scrunched up and she began to softly cry. "It's ok baby. Let ...t out" said Amber. She wrapped her arm's around her beautiful friend. "I... I don't know why I'm crying... I feel so stupid..." Said Lisa between hitches of breath. but the tears kept coming. Amber smiled sweetly at her lover and said "It's ok. It happens to me too. Sometimes when I come so hard I have to cry. It's the only thing I can. I felt the neck strap of the bikini, held by a knot, and undid it allowing the flimsy fabric to fall away from her magnificent tits.She let my cock out of her mouth, and rested back on her heels. "Do you like my tits?" she asked. I just nodded, making my cock bounce around in front of me."And what about my arse?" she said, standing and doing a slow turn, the thrusting her wide, round bottom in my directions."Its beautiful." I gasped, reaching forward to feel those round globes. I dropped to my. Not a single part of his body lay unrefined, from his calm and quiet character to the muscles that held his body together; this state of perfection was reasonably suspicious. Having graduated from Harvard magna cum laude and blessed in other regards, the young entrepreneur held a hideous secret that deterred his lovers: he was a widow. Amelia Kroeschell, daughter of poor European immigrants and mother to his two c***dren, was murdered in the eve of December 4th, 2004, in front of his six-year. It was kind of a snoozer, and we both fell asleep before it ended, cuddled on the couch, my head on her shoulder, her head on mine. I awoke with the credits rolling. Mom slept on, even as I moved my head. Her robe had loosened as she slept, and I could see deep into her cleavage, and the tops of her thighs. I got up, turned off the TV, took the nearly-empty wine bottle and glass to the kitchen, and came back to the couch."Mom, we should probably go to bed," I said quietly, sorry to wake her..