" Fuck yeah."I went over to the bed and climbed on top of my mom. Her skin felt soft and smelled likepeaches:). I fell onto of her and we began french... kissing for what seemed like 10 minutes. I was really hard by now and her tits felt really good in my hand. But I had to have that pussy squeezing my cock! I slid my pants off and stuck head into her pussy... "Fuck yeah son! Let me have it! Teach your mom a lesson!"Her pussy felt so good that something came over me... Something I could only. But he was about ready to go home, and he was a lot better at using them than I was. It was all I could manage to just stand up, moving with little steps, bouncing around. It really was like having stilts with springs on the bottoms. I didn’t have to be tethered to the ceiling anymore, though, and Vlad said I was getting better.I had only had three days with Val, but we’d spent every waking (and sleeping) hour together. We hadn’t spent it all in bed. I had taken her around San Antonio, showing. It was the only thing she hadn't considered, though it made perfect sense."Yes." Oh god." Don't be upset. Laura?" Yes... I'm sorry. Oh Jonelle... please forgive me for calling. I won't call again."She was about to hang up, her face flushed with shame, her pulse raging wildly, pain flaring in the pit of her stomach. If she had ever loved anyone, it was Rina, then Jonelle."Laura, don't hang up," Jonelle said quickly. "Please don't."Laura only now realized that her own cheeks were slick with. (I warn you before you waste a lot of time reading, searching for torrid sex.) In an effort to reverse this depressing trend, I planned this romantic getaway to scenic "Camp Dysentery" in upstate Ohio.We didn't speak much during the drive, which was fortunate since I didn't have to reveal the cabin we rented was, allegedly, haunted. Big deal! So what? I mean, who you gonna call?Arriving at our destination, we were greeted by the spitting image of Cletus, the slack-jawed yokel from "The.