She wanted so much more than that from him. She didn’t want to have sex so much as make love, over and over, for hours at a time. For her, what had ...happened, it had diminished the meaning of sex substantially. It had totally cheapened it. It had to be more than that to be meaningful and important.She wanted to be in bed with him- a much bigger bed- alone, with nothing given that wasn’t wanted, nothing taken that wasn’t right for the taking. She wanted to work towards mutual pleasure, with. When he switched to fucking her fast she moaned hard and leaned her head back into the pillow, I even saw her wrap her legs around him bringing his young cock deeper inside of her. My mom's pussy must have gotten really wet and juicy because when my friend fucked her fast I could hear how wet she was from outside the room (later I checked her bed and there was even a stain left from her pussy juice). When he switched back to fucking her slowly I could hear them making out while he was still. Both women fighting for control of the dagger, then Queen loosened her grip on the blade, as Lady fell forward. Queen with a light use of force pushed the lightening dagger up and over her head and into the dirt, Queen then was able to bring her knee up and knocked the wind out of Lady’s diaphragm. She rolled over gasping for air, as Queen stood up. She reached in a weapon pouch and produced her Luger pistol. The magic weapon was slow, but it packed enough force rip an angry bear in half with. Cass offered to drive her home later. That helped.It’s still early enough that we have time to take a look at the first set of pictures I took of Cass before my mother comes home. I called my mother to let her know we have company for dinner and to make sure she’s still planning to come home at a reasonable time this evening. Then we sat at my computer and I opened the file containing the pictures I took of Cass and Ricky that first day.The first few were of Cass in her bikini and they were.