Her daughter’s happiness meant nothing. But in spite of this, our love remained strong. I visited her in the dorms and we spent time together. And e...xcept for the tears over her mother’s cruel torture, all was love, joy, and butterflies. Lisa felt safe. She felt loved, wanted, and appreciated. She knew she could trust me no matter what happened. She would go home every weekend to have her mother degrade her and threaten her and heap guilt on her head. They threatened to take her car and her. No one could exert themselves at the level they were subjecting their bodies to without breaking something, blowing something or otherwise failing in some way. He could feel the tips of his mother's fingers on his arse, pushing down, forcing him down against her as he savagely humped away at her. Her slippery thighs were squeezing against his hips, rubbing against him while she had her back arched, thrusting herself up against the onslaught. Eyes closed, her mouth clenched shut, lips now a red. I slowed, desperate suddenly to delay the inevitable finish if I could. I was decidedly too late, and so was she. As her body clenched beneath me, my cock jerked inside her. A flush spread through both our bodies, and she screamed as I found my deep wonderful release.We lay there for a time, her body sublime beneath mine, my weight presumably not so comfortable over hers. After all, the bed wasn't exactly goose-down. Eventually I lifted myself, and started to speak.Before I had a chance to. Kerry put her hand onto his as he fondled her breast this was a new sensation to her, gradually he moved round to her lips, again being very gentle, she returned his kiss. His hand went to the buttons on her blouse undoing them one by one until full access to her breasts could be had, fortunately for him the clasp was at the front, skilfully he undid it between two fingers, then tugged it lightly. Kerry lifted herself slightly allowing him to remove it from her. His hand found her breast once.