Making up her mind, she picked a dark blue one-piece swimming costume out, and, still with her back to me, bent down to step into it. I couldn’t hel...p myself, I just had to stare at her arse. It was round and full, smooth curves merging into her hips and down to her thighs. She seemed to take an age to stand upright again, and she wriggled her arms into the straps of the suit before turning round towards me. She picked out a short skirt and a t-shirt to go over the suit, and threw these on too,. I wanted her to see it. I’m more of a pervert than you could ever be, Mother - just come be with me, free yourself from hiding.Nope. Following morning, there was nothing but a door that remained locked with my stinky cum stains left upon it.I made her breakfast. Knocked on the door and left it there for her as well, whenever she might feel safer to retrieve it.And then I went about dealing with ongoing erections for several more hours.What the fuck is wrong with me?People are fucking being. Like the danger to the ancient mariners, this vortex pulled me into it grasp. My Sailor went in deep. Stopped only when his shoulders caught on the rim. He struggled to get out and was pulled back in. This conflict between Sailor and Vortex, Man and Woman continued and intensified. Susan slept in a sitting state, supported by the headboard of the bed. Deep in Susan’s sleeping mind, millions of years of genetic coding told her body this was not the desired position for this activity. Clenching. She realized that she was standing on her toes, her weight supported effortlessly in his strong arms, his azure member firm enough that it was practically lifting her off the floor.She moaned as he rubbed his shaft against her vulva, her juices wetting its already moist surface as it pressed against her loins. She felt so hypersensitive, like her nervous system had been kicked into overdrive. Even the sensation of his manhood pressing against her inner thighs was enough to make her seethe with.