. dad" I apologized before giving him a chance to speak. "I'm really sorry."He gave me a puzzled look. He didn't expect me to be so polite. We had had... many altercations before under same conditions. Most of the times him getting so angry that mom had to intervene and calm him down.He looked pleased. He resumed eating and his eyes again went back to the newspaper.I looked at my sister. Her face looked expressionless but her eyes were gleaming mischievously. I pulled a chair and sat beside her.. But with his first thrust, my son buried his cock to the hilt.I cried out with pleasure and pushed back at him to let him know that he wasn't hurting me. Kyle responded by transforming into a human piston, slamming his prick into me again and again. His youthful lust and energy took over, and he fucked me like I'd be his last.My tits were swinging and splashing against the surface of the water with the rhythm of our i****tuous fucking. I could hear the squishing of cock into pussy, my son's. You must be nervous as hell.”“Why? I’ve practiced. I know my music. The rehearsals with the orchestra are so they learn their cues and how to follow the conductor so he can keep them with me,” she said. What incredible confidence!We headed for Vinnie’s studio next and he listened to our entire program, unlike what he did the last time we rehearsed there. He even gave me a couple of pointers regarding places where I should be using harmonics instead of pressing the string to the fret. Cindy. Her figure, although changed, was still eye catching. And always seemed to light the fire of allure and fantasy.We started having more conversations, and dropped a few emails as well. A divorce and moving to another town only made for more sensually driven thoughts. I told her that if she ever had the need for a sexual, pleasure filled encounter I would gladly find a way to make it happen, but she held firm that she wanted more than just a fling.Then one day she mentioned going to her camp to.