”“Fair enough.”“Will I get to meet your mom?” she asked.“My mother lives across the country. At some point we’ll schedule a visit. Mom�...s cool ... She won’t have any problem with you.”“Will your dad or Karen?”“Like I said — Karen will be fine. My dad’s a little ... crusty, so be forewarned. It’s only for a long weekend — three nights ... and it’ll be after dinner before we get there tonight, and we leave early in the day on Monday. So it’s really only three nights and two days. You can handle. He almost asked his secretary right then if she'd like to have another ride on his babymaking tool, but Beverly told him that she'd love to fuck him again but she was still suffering from some morning sickness and nausea. She assured him that she'd let him know first thing when she started feeling less queasy.As Beverly turned and walked out of Philip's office, he felt his cock grow into total hardness and he couldn't decide whether to just get his dick out and jack off or if he could get with. I staggered back up to my feet. I kept my feet wide apart and my head on the slope top of the lectern while he entered me again, steadily fucking me.He started straining into me. He was ready to cum. I tried to stand up straighter.“Please not inside me, Jerry?” I begged. “Please, not again!”He pulled out gently and waddled his way to the nearby garbage can.I shook my head looking at this silly boy trying to ejaculate into the can and instead hitting the wall.“You jackass,” I said to him as I. I like a fat one that jiggles when she walks. I like tight, round melons-halves. I like ones that stick out so far you could balance a beer bottle on them. I like ones shaped like an up-side-down heart. I like to watch a woman walk away, seeing her ass covered with a silky material, catching and reflecting the light. Or dressed in white pedal-pushers, stretched so tight you think the seam will rip. Or in a pair of black tights that fit up her ass-crack and hug each half-globe. I guess you could.