"Oh God, Eric. Don't stop..." I'm not planning on stopping," I said, "but, um, you could maybe let go?" I looked down; her gaze followed mine."Cazzo! ...'m sorry!" She let go of me like my cock was scalding hot. "I promised myself I'd do better this time." She looked down, embarrassed, blushing. "I lose a bit of control when I cum. It's funny..." She bit her lip and whimpered "Oh God, oh God..." Another orgasm ripped its way through her.I traced light circles on her chest, letting her catch her. It reminded me of my Aunt Bessie's "parlor" back home which was reserved for female chatter and the drinking of tea.I didn't know what to expect and was pleasantly surprised to find that Claire Poindexter looked more like a mature female in her mid-forties than her advertised age of 57 her sister had insisted was correct.The first thing that impressed me about Claire was her eyes. They were deep. So deep that one could get lost inside and never find their way back out again. Then there was her. She was ready to have you one way or the other." Well, I owe you a debt of gratitude Sue. You have done very well for your old man." Yeah? Well just continue to pay my college bills and I will call it even daddy."Her laughter brought the other girls into the living room to see what was so funny. We just laughed and looked at each other with a conspiring secret. Teresa moved over to me and took my arm in hers. She leaned up and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek."Hey you two, what's so funny?" Oh. I thought about the postman, but theirmailbox was a good mile down the road, and I wasn't likely to time anescape just right. That plus I the mailman wouldn't necessarily betrustworthy. All I'd need would be for him to turn me back to Jim andMary and I was dead. Literally.Tonight, I was exhausted as usual and was laying there looking up at theceiling, fantasizing about my escape, and then just thinking. As far askidnappings went, it could have been a lot worse. Sure I have to livelike,.