.. I do have some other things to do inmy real life!Waiting For Late Night (sequel to Sue'sFilm at Eleven)by [email protected] was one of those awk...ward moments. The intensity of theorgasm left my mind blank, spent. My whole body was weak asI lay on the ottoman, afraid that I might just flow of itinto a puddle on the heart pine floor. I open my eyes andsee Nina's back, lightly tan, and the twin orbs of her palerbuttocks, mechanically, automatically, rising and fallingover my softening cock.. For five days she wouldn’t even let me touch her. That was in the fall of last year, and then in February she went out of town on another business trip. When she got back she was again very moody, and wouldn’t let me get close to her. Three days later life was back to normal. Of course I didn’t have any way of knowing, but with the rose colored glasses now off I had to re-think a few things. Guilt trips, they were fucking guilt trips. What else could it be? Life is good, she comes home, and. It did not take me long to reach orgasm. I shot a load, all over the bed. I grabbed a pair of underpants and wiped it up, hoping my mother would not see the signs. I felt excited and guilty, it was the first time I had jerked off thinking about my mother. My mother! How could I do that?For the next week I could not get, my mother, out of my mind. I watched how she walked, the way her ass swayed beneath her clothes. She did have a nice rounded ass, which seemed the perfect size for her. I. By the time I reached the truck, it was dusk. While it wasn’t dark, it would be soon, and everything was a bit dim. Personally, I preferred the brightness of daylight. Most of my best work I did in the afternoon. That said, there was a charm to the twilight hours and there was always the promise of stars in a clear black sky…At first, I thought I’d seen an apparition. A ghost. It was neither. Just Summer. Standing on the bank of the pond, facing away from me. She’d shed her jeans and her blouse.