Even when I was fucking her from behind, I imagined it was him taking my cock. I couldn’t seem to help it, I was fantasizing about fucking Steven’...s smooth, tight ass.Those two late night visits, there quietly in the dark of my bedroom, were the most exciting, most sensual, most pleasurable experiences I had known since I was a teenager. The way he could make me feel, my body trembled and ached for it. I seemed to crave those feelings again, him pleasuring me, and I wanted to pleasure him too.. Itook it out of its package to have a closer look. That was a little moresurprising. It was long, which was what I was hoping for. But it only hadone sleeve - and an extremely tiny one at that. On the other side it justhad a very thin string to hold it up over a bare shoulder. And it had thewords "Catch of the day" in squiggly pink letters written across thefront, and "no escape" written on the back in white industrial smallcaps,with thin vertical pink lines over them, to look like the bars of. I couldn't tell you which she liked more but she was certainly enjoying herself as much as I was."Sweetie, I'm going to cum again." She whimpered and moved the little that she could closer to me, impaling herself on my rod even more.I had thought about this for a little while and decided now was good for me. I had tied a quick release knot round my Mom's ankle and pulled on it letting her leg come back to ground level. She moaned almost in disappointment and groaned her disapproval even more. Just enough so that I wouldn't fall. A few minutes later, Pam emerged from the bathroom. The blue uniform fit her as if it were tailored. Her black shoes were polished to a mirror shine. Her black hair was piled underneath her hat. She wore a pair of mirrored sunglasses. She scratched her crotch and strode comically from the bathroom."What we have he-ah is a fail-uh to communicate," she said in a husky voice.I snickered. "What we have he-ah is someone who is too sexy to walk like George.