I took a step back, so I could enjoy the sight of the nigger bitch fullywithout her seeing how I stared...When we reached "my" floor, I quickly got up... and headed for the stairs.As I could hear the elevator moving again I was sprinting up, and I heardthe "ding" as the door opened just as I got up the last steps. I washiding in the shadows until she had her door open. Then I quickly walkedup. She just noticed and turned her head as I gave her a big shove andpushed her inside before slamming her. She smelled so nice and it felt amazing to be held by a woman. I had to stop myself. What was I thinking? This is my mom. Stop perving on her. Man, I must be going nuts. Anyway, mom brought me into her place, pointed out the couch and the bathroom and the dinner she had prepared at her small dining table. My mom could cook. The roast and potatoes where amazing. It was so nice to have a conversation with her. I talked about the kids and work, about everything that was happening back. My body shakes and my tummy tightens; my heart pumps violently to rush the ecstasy through my veins. It's intense and satisfying and leaves me giddy and weak afterwards. The best feelings in the world are those orgasms I shared with Sam."I'm going to cum, Amy. Christ, I'm going to cum, baby!" He was kissing me, fucking me hard and driving his cock into me so that the bed squeaked loudly beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall.I gasped loudly, lifting my ass to meet him as best I. When we reached home, we put my friend in bed, he had passed out, we took of his shoes and then the nurse said, “we got to get him out of those clothes”, because he had spilled drinks on them, what a mess my friend was in, I did not want to go near him, maybe she noticed this reluctance. She said to me, “Ah! I see, I will do the dirty part” and she started unbuckling his jeans and I was off to get a drink, when I came back with 2 glasses and a bottle of wine which I found in my cupboard,she had.