I pushed further, curling my fingers into a come-hither motion.She rocked backward and made eye contact with me, still tightly holding my hand inside ...her panties. Her mouth hung open, and she panted with need, as I began moving my fingers more insistently. I wrapped my other hand around my cock and started stroking.“Oh, Trish! Just like that,” Liv repeated as she started rocking in time with my movement. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Her breathing was coming in explosive gasps as she rolled her. I am twenty six years old. This is the story of the tattered lives of my mother and me. And of what at the time seemed our final relationship.I have been working as a deep sea welder on several oil platforms in the North Sea for an American company and only went to shore every fourth week. From the beginning my job has kept me away from the mainland for weeks at a time. I could usually expect to be home (a spacious apartment where I live alone, with the occasional feminine visit) one weekend. "Harry, I've made some mistakes. This is nice," and he understood her to mean the contact they shared. "Can I ask you for a really huge favor?" Of course," Harry told her."Good. I hate Title Ten of the Code, section Ten-Ninety-Three." She pushed herself up a little, to see if he recognized it.Harry, in fact, did. It read: "Funds available to the Department of Defense may not be used to perform abortions except where the life of the mother would be endangered if the fetus were carried to term,". He loved that bobbing head of hers. Then she was looking at him again, very intently. "Babe, why'd you stop?" he asked her."I bet you are wondering why you are cuffed to the bed, don't you, hunk of mine?" Laura asked as she massaged his muscular body."Yeah, well, it probably is because you want to have some more fun with me." Jan said with a grin. She grinned back. "Among other things." Laura slid closer to his body, then she lifted herself up, one hand firmly holding her boyfriend's cock. Jan.