Even when sleeping, as I said, she was a heavy sleeper I would keep one of my hands over her breast area as if I did it in my sleep.She wouldn’t eve... know. I used to move it around and press it a little. That was so satisfying. Sometimes I’d get carried away and press hard. She would wake up, and I’d pretend to be asleep. Sometimes she would take my hand off of her boob and go back to sleep, or at times.She would turn towards me and hug me and sleep. This was even awesome as her boobs would be. Harder. Harder. YEEEEEEEES!”I was sweating now and it was dripping down on Miss Miller. Her legs would sometimes be flailing in the air, sometimes wrapped around my waist.Miss Miller began to gasp and pant.“Oh, James. I’m going to cum. Fuck me. Fuuuuuck me. Oh God. I’m cumming. Fuuuuuuuuck.”I could feel Miss Miller’s cunt squeezing my dick as she came and it got me going, too.“Oh, Miss Miller. I’m going to cum, too.”“Yes, James. Cum in my cunt. Fill me up with your cum. Do it. She has always had a lousy poker face. When she has some scheme in the works, she gets a sly little smile that brings out the sweetest little dimples at the corners of her mouth. YUM! I can almost taste 'em now!It doesn't happen often, but when it does I know we're in for an interesting ride.Naturally, when I talked to her Friday night to enlist her aid at getting me into the Restored Temple yada yada yada on Sunday I told her -- but certainly not her mother! -- everything, the facts as we --. On the drive home Sunday afternoon, she was right next to me on the truck bench seat and leaned her head on my shoulder.She said, "I'll show you a shortcut when we pass Vermont. It will save you time and gas, just make a left at the second street past the freeway overpass, it goes straight to my house." "This one?" Yes."I made the left turn into what looked like a commercial/industrial street and there was very little activity since it was Sunday afternoon. It was a long street that appeared to.