Strangely she felt a littleawkward with her old friend now. "Jim? Um... you see, Bob isa guy's name. I've been calling myself Robyn for now."Jim nodde...d his understanding. "Okay. Robyn it is then -- fornow. So what are you going to do now, Robyn?"Robyn smiled, pleased that Jim so easily accepted the namechange. But he was still way too intense. Maybe a littleteasing would get him to lighten up. She stretched lazilyand yawned theatrically. "First off I should take some moreAdvil, then I'll. I was stiff. I wanted her so bad. She bit my bottom lip. And said "finish your drink!" I slammed my drink and we rushed off to our room. In the elevator we couldn't keep our hands off each other. From there to our room we were kissing and fondeling each other banging off the walls. I remember passing a group of girls our age. And one shouting out "get it girl" and giggling. We got to the room and got the door open. Once in the room I shoved Sara to her knees and pulled my hard dick out. She. But Mom grabbed my hand before I could make my escape and pulled me towards her."Don't leave, I love this song." Mom said as she pulled me close to her. I moved my hands to Mom's waste as we slowly swayed to the music.Mom's hands were lightly around my neck as she placed her cheek against my chest. My heart pounded in my chest as her closeness filled my senses. I could smell Mom's perfume and her soft bosom pressing against my chest as she hummed the song.Mom's body moved closer, and I felt my. My thoughts of her as I work and dream of what is yet to be in our life is certainly love. I can probably encompass it all simply by saying ‘she is love.’ But, I get away from my story. We were making love? Or making lust? The children were with her sister, as they usually were on Saturday morning. Joyce was a councilor at the ‘Y’. We, on the other hand, were doing what we do on most Saturday morning when the children were not there, we were fucking. I was laying flat on my back and she was.