He reached to grab my hips but I stopped him and put his hands behind his head. I was going to be in control for a while, and while I really wanted a ...hard pounding later on, for the time being, I wanted it slow and sensual. Not making love but slow pulsating streams of pleasure. My breasts were pressed against him as I rocked back and forth on his length. My tight pussy stretching around that gorgeous thick shaft. He was kissing my breasts but was unable to touch them as I still held his hands. Later that day, my son asked it Steven could spend the night again, my eyes widened. I should have just said no.That night, I layed in bed, unable to sleep and struggled with my thoughts. “What if he came back in?” “What if I wanted him to?” I didn’t want to admit to myself that the fact that I was laying there completely nude probably meant I was waiting for him, waiting and hoping even. Hours later, I heard my bedroom door slowly open. I held my breath in anticipation but what happened next I. As I was getting in she told me to take the front seat, next to the driver.She asked the driver to head towards Green park, and I was sitting quietly all this time. Finally we reached and apartment, as she took me with her in the elevator and soon as the doors closed she grabbed my cock from over my jeans. It was not hard, and she shouted that it has to be always hard till the time you are with me.I was stunned and could not say a word. As the doors opened it was a single apartment on that. “Oh wow, you are a horny man!” her hand slipped between their bodies and grasped the lump in his pants. “And so damned big!”. This had all the trappings of a sting... young woman alone, guy accused of assault or worse, rape. He pulled back. “Hey, I want that, and mom said you had to pay for stealing my dirty panties!” The house was silent, all appeared normal except for the nymphomaniac clinging to him. Deciding to force her hand if something was in the air, Bobby kissed her deeply, thrusting.