And I like it. I watch you shift in your seat as I take the cherry from my drink and and put it to my lips, licking the whiskey that clings to it befo...e popping it into my mouth, and I know I'm making you hard. I wonder to myself what your dick looks like, and realize how wet the thought of your erection is making me. I need some air. I slip out the back of the bar, but not before I look right into you. Out of the corner of my eye I see you get up, and I know it's on.I make it outside, but. If ever there was any heaven, it was in my mother’s velvety body. I quickly cleaned up and came back to my room putting the poster at place. My mother then went to milk the cow as he trampled over my milk carelessly. This also became a routine. So I was having two daily glimpses of my mother’s body, one in her sleep and other while she bathes. But, day by day it was becoming difficult for me to contain my urges. I just wanted to hold her body and feel her motherly chuchies. I could not touch. "But Lissa," she said, "it has to be something you want too. I don't want you to feel obligated--"Lissa put a finger to Alya's lips to silence her. It was a little teasing gesture that she enjoyed doing, especially because it made the girl look so cute. Then she removed her finger and replaced it with her own lips. Alya melted into her arms as all the anger, jealousy, and hatred of the past few months fled from the two women who had finally let themselves fall in love.Somehow-- Lissa didn't. The arrangement would cramp my style a bit. I was currently dating the wildest woman I ever met, Lila. She was an art major who rocked my world. She was a little shorter than I at 5'9 and volunteered to be a nude model at the art department. She worked at the local Hooters wearing those orange short shorts and skimpy white tank tops that really accentuated her 38C chest. We had dated for a couple of weeks when we started having sex regularly she was nearly insatiable. She would want us to.