Marja and I used to try to stay together with me inside her and neither of us moving for as long as we could stand it. The longer we were able to stay... still, the stronger our orgasms would be. Once I was on top, and her legs flew up in the air and she couldn’t put them back down for a few minutes. I told her she looked like a dead cockroach!’ Darlene slapped me on the shoulder, and I realized I was able to talk about Marja and remember the joy, but without the pain. I had to find Deidra in the. The dreams would be remembered each time, and though she didn’t want to, it was too overwhelming for her to not share some of them with her son.Most of them were of her husband as he walked out the door to be with a younger woman instead of her – and some of them were very sexual. She kept those to herself, which was easy as she never woke screaming when they came up. However, she would always wake up to her son next to her. It was almost like a connection.Each night after she woke him. Her pussy is burning with a fire her mind telling her this is so wrong but her body is responding as all women have thru the ages. Her hips buck back into his as much as possible trying to force more of his cock into her. He groans as he pounds home her pussy growing tighter about him. He feels her slit like a velvet noose begin to convulse around his cock. Her screams are random without meaning as her body runs wild without regard for her dignity. He sees her cumming for him bound helpless a. She went right along, slipping her fingers under her panties and beginning to pull them down to reveal her trimmed patch of dark pubic hair, ignoring their jeers. "And the homeee... of the....braaaaave!" sang Jenny, off-key, as she held her panties triumphantly in the air. She stood naked aside from her silver cross and white thigh-high pantyhose. Some of the sorority girls stood there rolling their eyes or scoffing, some of them laughed, some clapped. Most had very low expectations.