“Mostly,” Ron replied. “You don’t like girls of your age?” Samantha asked. “No,” Ron replied. “Do you like me too?” Samantha asked p...utting his hand on Ron’s crotch through the blanket. “Mom, what are you doing?” Ron was shocked. “Do you like your own mom?” Samantha asked again, “This morning I noticed you starring at my breast.” “The button of your top was not done and it was showing a lot of… your breast, so I got distracted. Sorry,” Ron apologized. “No, don’t feel sorry,” Samantha said, “But. Watching me touch myself is driving you crazy as well. I can hear you moaning under your breath. Trying to remain calm, but slowly loosing control. You can see the drops forming on my tip, and begin to crawl over to me as I sit on the stairs. Putting down a pillow as to not hurt your knees, your legs open wide making sure that I can still see you from behind in the mirror. With one hand braced behind me and the other with a firm grip on your toy, you tell me to take my hand away because. . I place you on the bed, intending to stand up, but you won’t let me…your arms pull me down on top of you…we’re kissing, your nails scraping my back…you whisper in my ear and as I slide into you, your teeth sink into my neck…the pain from your teeth is cancelled by the pleasure from my cock…we begin to rock in unison…starting slowly, building up a rhythm that takes us onto ever higher peaks of pleasure…like the false peaks of a mountain…you keep thinking it can’t possibly go any higher than. I had several buttons undone showing cleavage. I too had gone braless.Monica got in, closed her door and we were off. She looked over at me and giggled, I giggled along with her."You read my mind, Roxie." As she kept giggling, she let her dress remain high up on her tanned, firm thighs."No Monica, you read my mind."We both broke out in laughter, while checking each other over. We could not believe we both picked similar outfits to wear. I found my eyes wondering to her thighs while I drove. As.