"Definitely very weird, but no bo-- [click]."She stopped speaking as the line went dead in her ear.Tuesday, 9:44pm"Hello?" said the voice, with just a...bit of eagerness."Hi there," said the patient happily. "How you doing?" How'm I doing?" asked the voice. "Good enough I guess. You definitely sound better. So, what, are we buddies now?" Well, kind of, at least as far as I'm concerned. In fact, you're the only person I actually talk to, so I wanted to call you back and--" Wait, what was that?". I could feel his fingers tickling my inner flesh and his fist trying to get open inside of me.That feeling was just out of the world. No one had ever done that to me before in my entire life and here I was, a 38-year-old woman, getting fisted by my college friend. I wished I met him before. Sexually, we were meant for each other. He was wild and dominating, and I loved submitting myself at the whim of a crazy man.The thought itself made me cum, for the second time. I came all over his hand. But for the most part they were more fit than the old sheriff's system.I walked out the door with the feeling that I was being watched and possibly talked about by the motor patrolmen. I continued on to the truck with the hair standing up on my neck. You know, if they stopped me in the middle of the night I would probably call them Nazi's. They did have that Arian look about them. Surely there were some black or Asian types in that division, I thought. Well it made no difference to me.After. My skirt was pushed up to my waist and my thong pulled aside as their young fingers began to feel how hot and wet I was. I became both hotter and wetter as their fingers filled and thrilled my needy pussy.All the while my son was watching.I suddenly felt the weight of one young man between my legs and then felt the hard, hot stalk of his youthful, virile cock against the wet lips of my pussy. I cry out, “Noooo!!” but my body is screaming, “YES!!!” He pushed his prick deep into my pussy and told.