Me and Shauna met in real life, but this time it was different. It was with James. The guy that I love with all my heart, and also makes me like a sex...-crazed wild woman. I never thought we would meet up, cause that type of shit never happens to me. But, one day, when I was in my underwear, and dirty T-shirt, there was a rang at my door. I quickly looked for pants, and only found my black sweat pants. I put them on, and quickly opened the door, to see James, standing there. I blinked my eyes a. "Okay," I'd torment him longer, but I'm not sure who would suffer more. I want this now as much as he does, another surprise for the evening. "But only because you ask so nicely."I lean over and my long hair falls loosely down, surrounding me with a dark curtain that cuts me off from everything, but the cock in front of me. I purse my lips and blow hot puffs of air over the shaft. It's my plan to make him forget where I'm heading. Not exactly a stretch since Matt has always been pretty easy to. My mother came near me and lovingly opened her sweet mouth. But her sweet lips so near me intoxicated me so much that I forgot the sweet and grasping her waist drew her towards me and kissed her. Mother gasped and struggled a bit but I held on to her waist and pressed my lips to hers strongly. She relaxed and put her arms around me and gave her lips to me to taste. We kissed for five minutes and then sank back into the bed breathing heavily. Mother was silent and I was worried. “Ma, are you. My pelvis rocks and I slide up and down the saddle with a superior glide. The friction excites me and the heat lights me.I like to dress the part. I imagine a tight fitting cap that binds my hair, a doublet over my ruffle shirt, and sleek jodhpurs fitted into long, slender, black riding boots­­­­­.So as I strum away under the hood of my expanding pearl, I can see a castle gate up ahead in the moonlight. I whip my riding crop over my horse’s ass in order to quicken the pace.Once there, I.