"Fine. If you want to play with your big fat cock either lock your door or do it in the shower. Is that better, dear?" she mockingly says."ewe, don't ...e gross mom" you tell her.You get in the shower and decide to finish jerking off to Kresheshie women, but now you start thinking of your mom too. "damn it, why the fuck did she have to talk about my cock?" you ask yourself. You have to admit your mom is attractive, you really don't want to think of her like that, but as you stroke your soapy cock. The lights came on in her head a minute later, and were joined by a quizzical and questioning look on her face.“Sarah?” Joanne wondered aloud. “How in the hell can it be her?”“Simple,” I replied, “there’s a wet spot on the top of the sleeping bags, and you and I haven’t had sex while lying on top of them. Sarah had the tent to herself when she took that nap. Therefore, it has to have been her that left the wet spot. You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out who, or when, or even how.. I began fantasizing, recalling a past instance when my ex boyfriend and I had been stranded on the verandah of a deserted house - it had rained that time as well, and we had held hands. I was going down memory lane now.Gradually we had gotten closer and started kissing, feeling each other's contours and rubbing our bodies against each other. There is something about darkness, rain and being almost isolated that sets in an erotic mood.We had groped inside each others clothes, getting more heated. I was rewarded with a slick of her tongue as it tried to get rid of the pest that annoyed her. I finally moved over and buried my fingers in her hair to hold he head while I kissed her, tenderly at first, but with more insistent kisses. They weren’t in any sense sensual or sexual kisses, just kisses of a deep, enduring love. ‘Haven’t you had enough of me?’ she finally asked, smiling up at me. ‘I’ll never get enough of you,’ I said. ‘Every morning of every day for the rest of my life, I want.