A part of me was jealous. Another part of me was aroused by the images my oversexed teenage mind conjured up of my mom and Brian doing all kinds of th...ngs. Actually, it was Mom and some imaginary guy. I mean, I'd never seen Brian. Mom had said he looked so different from Dad, so I pictured a thinner, shorter guy with really dark hair. Truthfully, I didn't actively envision Brian. There was just a guy doing all kinds of sexual things with my mother.Anyway, another part of me, probably the most. You groan, and intertwine both hands into my hair, vigorously tugging my mouth to yours. You penetrate my mouth, roughly. I slowly relax my body, muscle by muscle, and let you ravage me. Your fingers tighten, and my head is pulled back, my neck stretching. Your cock has become positioned against my entrance, and I move my hips, trying to help it slip inside of me. You avoid this, knowing what my intentions are, and continue conquering my mouth. My lips now bruised, you move down to my neck,. But I know what Warren means, though. I don't know if I could ever do it." Do you ever fantasize about it? With someone you know, or something?" Sophia asked."I can't think of hardly anyone that I'd want to do it with." Aha, Jess, you said hardly anyone." Well, I meant no one." You said hardly," Sophia grinned. "C'mon, Jess, confess." OK. There's one guy. Jason and I have actually talked about this. We asked each other, if you were going to have a fling with someone you know, who would it be?. By the time the lady was done giving him his swats it ended up being 63 in total the lady told the man we are done here let's go back inside the man was happy because she forgot about the switches. The lady said we are now going out for dinner so please get ready take your time because I know your butt is sore. They went out for dinner after dinner when they got home she told the man to go outside and wait so the man waited for 15 minutes finally the lady came out and said remember the switches.