C'mon put tha sperm in to my pussy, its thirsty for your hot salty cream" I looked down to see these fingeres manipulating my cock as I thrust in and ...out of jennys pussy. ooooo, I can still feel it like it was yesterday, bloody great it was.Then I felt the need, to speed up, and so I started fucking jenny like thee was no tomorrow, she was yelping and moaning, "mmm..oooohhh..fuck me hrder mar...fuck your little cum whore harder" Naturally I obliged, then all of a sudden I felt it rising, i sad,. ‘One iced tea with extra lemon and one diet soda with lemon. Are you ready to order?’ ‘I’d like the grand slam with bacon. My eggs over easy with wheat toast,’ one of the patrons said. ‘And I’ll take the grand slam with sausage, my eggs scramble also with wheat toast,’ said other person at the table. Jessica jotted the orders down and smiled at her patrons. ‘I’ll get that out to you in a jiffy,’ she told them, walking towards the kitchen. When Jessica’s shift ended, she was exhausted.. I didn’t know better than that she had never had a relationship since.To my own amazement I noticed that the thought that perhaps my mother was having sex right at this moment only a few feet away from me, greatly excited me and I developed a serious boner. I was at an age that I was busy discovering sex, but I hadn’t had any experiences beyond jacking off to pictures in Penthouse. Some girls in school had shown interest in me every now and then, but I had always avoided them. I told myself. “Ronnie’s going to help you through the transition. Terry, I want you to mourn, I want you to miss me, just as I will miss you. But I want you to live, not be buried in the coffin with me! Do you understand me? Do you hear me?”Her eyes fastened on mine and bored into me.“I guess…but…” I waved my hand aimlessly, “Why?”I wasn’t making much sense, but she understood me anyway. But it was Ronnie who spoke. “Terry, when Mary Ann died, I thought I was going to die, too. We were twins, not identical,.