To make things a little easier on them both, he lifted her gently by the hips and settled her body onto her knees. She was shaking a little from the f...ood of adrenaline coursing through her veins, and wouldn't have been able to stand even if the house had been on fire. With her pert little peach of a bottom sticking up in the air invitingly, Dom lined his thick cock back up with her swollen pussy and glided it back inside her. He fell into a steady rhythm as the sounds of his thighs slapping. We would break for a short time and we would give each other sweet kisses while looking into each other’s eyes. We were melting into one another. As we kissed, I moved one hand on to her breast. Her breast was soft and still a little sticky. She intensified the kissing when I started on her breast. She reached back and began to massage my ass. I bent my head down and took her nipple into my mouth. She let out some low moans as I tasted her tit. It still had a slightly salty taste from. Robert's finger pierced her lips to find the wetness that had been accumulating there. Miranda grabbed his wrist lightly in a faint attempt to protest but was overwhelmed by the pleasure flowing into her as he began rubbing her up and down. Derek's jaw dropped and cock throbbed as he watched Robert enter his mother's sweet slit. Miranda moaned lightly as she spread her legs wider allowing him access. She brought her head back down and locked eyes with her son. Her face shriveled to. Love, Donna Wow. Kathleen was a married woman. Her husband was a Marine killed in Viet Nam. Holy shit! From what Donna wrote, Kathleen was once a nice, normal, married woman, who married her childhood sweetheart. Maybe, after having gone through so much misery of losing the love of her life, sex is how she was able to feel something enough to quell her pain. I don’t know. I guess I’ll never know why she did the things that she did. Yet, happy she crossed our paths, I never would have met her.