You're mine...at least for this weekend," I replied defensively. She laughed, "Why Tommy, are you jealous?" "No," I stammered, "more possessive. Let's... get your luggage." Twenty minutes later were out of the airport and on the road. I placed Mother's luggage in the trunk of my convertible and we were off. I had planned to take her to the Gas Lamp District but Mother begged off. She said she would prefer a hot bath after her travel. So I took her to my apartment in La Jolla. I ordered a pizza. The bastard laughed, telling he had the suspect that I was enjoying this, but I vigorously argued with him that I really wasn't.Leaning forward onto him, Saverio immediately noticed when my nipples got hard through my blouse. He reached up to touch them, but I quickly pushed his hand away. He still had not notice how wet I was getting. I kept rubbing my pussy lips over him; whatever reluctance or embarrassment I had felt previously was completely gone now. I looked down at him and I could tell. He probably wanted to cum insideme so I prepared for this as well.The feeling wasn't that unpleasant. In fact I didn't really know by thisstage which I was enjoying the most. Was it the rubber wear? Was it hisrough handling of me and holding me steady by the waist? Or was it his cockpounding away inside me? Was it the warmth of the showers water covering usboth and adding to the passion and the heat?Will I ever find out which of this abuse my poor cock is trying to respondtoo?At last he empties. "So there's no need for you to marry me now." Miriam said, looking gravely at me-she was a solemn little piece, not miserable, just solemn."I don't see why not." I said, and for the life of me I don't know why I answered like that.Miriam gave a smile that lit up her face, the room and the borough. She then kissed me so passionately that in a few moments she was on the carpet with her legs apart, and I was up to my hilt in her greedily gripping cunt. It was so unexpected that the only clothing.