Something wrong?” she asked, her smile faltering. Oh no, was she assuming that he regretted sleeping with her?“Of course not,” he said, quick to... reassure her. “Last night was ... incredible.” She smiled again, her tail waving back and forth behind her. “But nobody can know,” he insisted, emphasizing his words with a frantic hand gesture.“Why not?” Zuki asked, cocking her head as she looked down at him. Good lord, her breasts were just hanging there, their perfect teardrop shape easily visible. I love to see you happy and excited, and I know you will be when you’re with Marci because you’ve always been intrigued by her sexuality, the way you feel drawn to her. But it sort of gives me a little taste of jealousy too, like it might hurt a little even as it arouses me.” I chuckled. “Well, I can certainly relate to that! I guess that’s how I feel about you and Michael too. Plus, I have the worry that I’ll be really aroused with Marci, and then seeing you and Michael going at it… hell, I. He closed his eyes and let her wait on him.*/*/*/*/*/*/I sat there for a about twenty minutes, dulling his pain with the ice. His eyes closed and I looked at him for the first time. His hair was light, dusty brown and his face was smooth and angular, sans facial hair. His body was powerfully built, that of a rugby player or weightlifter. His skin was dark, not from tanning but was naturally so. A deep bronze I thought. He must be mixed. I began to feel a growing warmth in between my legs, and. Her breasts were shaking in wrath in front of his face. -- And because of this you don't want to be with me?! Because of your goddamn... rod?! Why all men, including my own son, think only with their baseball bats? Doesn't it matter at all that I am your mother?Right in this moment for Kelly it really did not matter if the woman above him was his mother or not, yet he definitely would not confess his indifference to that fact. He was only aware of her lovely, overflowing, gorgeous body, of her.