That was, of course, not entirely true. At that moment, I wanted more than anything for her to stay. Of course, that would be a terrible idea, and now...that I was no longer doing my thinking downstairs, I could see that. Still, I could see the mental anguish playing out on her face, and I pitied her. I was having trouble with it myself. We were both standing on a precipice, one missed step away from plummeting into…what? I honestly wasn’t sure where this metaphor was going. Did the pit represent. ME! And only me! I’m the luckiest woman in the world!” His spent cock stayed in my pussy, gently throbbing every time my contracting pussy squeezed him. Stray drops continued to dribble out of him and deep into me, as my arms and legs hugged him tight, and we tongue-kissed hungrily. We slept like that for maybe twenty minutes, then got up and showered together, loving the touch of soapy fingers on each other. And the gentleness of toweling each other dry afterward. Then he sat in the motel room. And vice versa, she also shares her secrets with me, including herproblem with her itchy crotch and another old women related issues.We even don't feel awkward when we are naked together.And sometimes i asked her help for a handjob and for the price, sheusually asked me for scratching her crotch.Please, i'm not referring to incest here, i'm just saying that ourrelationship is very-very close.She's a crybaby. While watching soap opera on TV, she would need a lotsof tissue to wipe the tears.At my. "Lie there and relax," I said. "I want to do some exploring." I kissed her again, a little less urgent this time.Using my lips, tongue and fingers, I cataloged the sensitive areas of her body. She had them all over.I was amazed at how many were above the neck. I believe I could bring her to orgasm by just kissing those areas I could reach while she was fully dressed. It would be an interesting experiment some time when we went to a movie. Or, if I wanted to be mean, when the whole family was.