I knew the night was going swimmingly. Amie's not as multi-orgasmic as you read about in so many swinger stories, but she's usually good for at least ...three, with the third being of epic proportions. Back in our cabin, we took our time, showered together in the cramped stall, my fingers playing with her slit and ass as we soaped up, all the time kissing deeply, without words, in expectation of what we knew tonight meant, I pulled out the bottle of Bordeaux from my week's supply and we set off. But he was realistic enough to realize they’d tell their wives and girlfriends, who’d divulge it to their friends the next day. He didn’t have long before NASA would have to brief the press about his survival. “How the hell are you, man? What happened?”“Sorry, Jeb. I can’t say anything until I check in with NASA. They won’t approve of me volunteering information until they authorize it.” He hoped that was a safe enough cover to explain his inability to detail how he’d survived.“Man, how the. Everything she did was turning me on - crossing her long, sexy legs; sucking the soda from the straw with those wonderful lips... Her every action made me think of different steamy scenarios - wrapping those delicious legs around my body, planting those luscious lips around my stiff dick...Having these thoughts was making my erection bigger and bigger. Luckily, I had the popcorn in my lap. It was the only thing saving me from total embarrassment.I was looking at her taking another sip of the. I continued stroking her with my dick until it recovered to full hardness. My mother was excited as she felt my arousal signifying her impending impalement of my excited cock. She spread her legs and allowed me access to her sweet pussy, as I continued to slide along her groove in long strokes. Finally, she shuddered and her pussy spasm, allowed me alignment with her overheated love tunnel. I effortlessly slid into my home, the place that I had come from to the hilt. I stopped there to savor.