Their movements together were slow and spare.“Are you up to it?” he asked, not sure if she was too sensitive or worn out.She was unsure herself bu...t decided to make the effort, whispering, “Just give me a minute.” She moved her hips to grind herself against his dick. Gradually, she spread her legs to let the head probe deeper, and he felt it slide against her still damp folds.She reached behind her to press the tip home and rose slightly to lean onto it. He moaned as he felt that warm wet grasp.. He again asked if I wanted to try it, ofcourse but I refused. I admit the idea gotten me wet,but I wasn’t ready for that step. This fantasy became a regular part of our love making.Jon would be fucking me and saying things like; “I betyou’d love another cock in your mouth.” Or I’d be on myknees giving him a BJ and he’d say, “Mmmmmmm, you’d lookgreat with a strange cock pounding you from behind.” I loved those mental images. They made me hot and alwaysmade me cum hard. Sometimes I would think. Jenny remembered this very spot. She had gained a spouse, lost her virginity, conceived a baby, lost her husband exactly there; where now she and that son, the perfect heir of his father’s physique, sat. She lay back as the memories and emotions washed over her in waves of love and lust. The surge of feelings were like being drowned in the pain of loss and the sight of her boy next to her was like the air her heart was gasping for.Joey stretched out next to his mom, quiet, understanding that. ”I don’t know why it mattered to me, but since I loved all of my characters, and the brunette stripper from the club, who was even bustier than Vicky, was pretty much my ultimate favorite fantasy, I pulled my head up from his cock and grabbed his dick with both hands and kept stroking him at the same pace, gasped in some much-needed air, and said, “Oh Mike, baby, it’s not Vicky, it’s Julie, look at my black hair and bigger tits!”Mike’s eyes opened quickly and wide as if very surprised, just as.