#288044 - Unless of course she watched those same movies? The thought sent a surge through his body and he closed his eyes, trying to imagine all the sensory details that he could, from the feeling of the rough brick wall to the brush of her blouse against his naked thighs, the slippery feeling of her lip gloss as she put her mouth against him (he was particularly proud of thinking about the lip gloss), and the delicious tension as she ran the tip of her tongue around and around the head of his— He could barely even think the word cock. His mother, almost 40 weeks pregnant now after 18 years of trying to have a second child, would often smile at her friends and say, We always wanted…another one. He tried to think of a polite way to ask, but— Oh my God, he thought, her mouth is on my—! At one point he somehow found himself standing behind her as she bent over the bed, grabbing the headboard and pushing back against him.