Why didn’t we... ?”I smashed my lips against hers to get her to stop talking. After our kiss I said, “Don’t regret the past. It’s done for. ...ocus on right here, right now, and maybe on tomorrow.”“I love you.”“I love you too.” I banged my hips into Reese’s groin, driving my cock into her.“And I love that you are fucking me. I love your cock in my pussy.”“Me too. You’re unusually worked up tonight it seems.”“I’m still having little orgasms from thinking about last Saturday night swinger’s. The rain soon followed the wind.There was nowhere to hide from it. Within moments, we were soaked. My blazer hung heavily on my shoulders, my hair plastered to my forehead. I looked over at my mother. It was then that I realized we'd forgotten her coat at the restaurant. She was wet through and through. Her hair was still done up but her mascarra was running in dark streaks down her face. Then I glanced down at her dress. It was stuck to her skin. More to the point was what became visible. What Jennifer and I had done before had been filled with passion and happiness and, yes, some fear, maybe even a little terror, but it had all been done out of honest attraction to each other and the love we felt for one another.“What do you mean no?” she asked. The edge was gone from her voice. I think she was actually interested. “Everybody says guys will jump any girl’s bones they can.”“Maybe that’s true for some guys, but not me,” I said.“I know you’ve tried to get girls to do that,” she. She was playing with my dick, caressing it and pulling the foreskin back and forth.(Such a wonderful feeling still. Sometimes, I get hard-on imagining those events).Then she took dick into her mouth and started giving me blowjob. She was taking it so deeply and passionately like an expert. At first, I couldn’t believe that when she did that. I came inside mouth after 10-15 minutes. Her mouth full of my semen and I had never come so much before.Then we cleaned ourselves, ate some food and the.