Feeling extremely pleased with himself about making his beloved goddaughter so happy, Brian climbed out of bed smiling from ear to ear. Thomas sat at ...is desk trying to concentrate on catching up with his work, but with the current distraction, he wasn't getting much done. He looked over at his clock. 12:42. He was beginning to wonder if he wasn't wasting his time. He had told his wife that Brian (a friend of her brother's that she had recommended to her husband) could no longer meet with him. At this point I'm honestly thinking about leaving hoping that he will be so embarrassed he will just raise my grade or that at least he won't remember this incident at all. As I turned to leave I noticed that his eyes are closed and there's something rather large sticking up in the middle of his pants. I'm curious to know just how long it's been there.I think to myself there is no way that this old man who is clearly in his late fifties could be carrying such a massive tool. It has to be. Chris slid his 12 inch long dick easily into the moist wet folds of his mother’s cunt. He slid his massive cock all the way into his mother’s tight pussy enjoying the wet heat of it around his thick cock. Chris looked down at his mother lying on his bed with her legs hanging off the side at that moment chris considered her to be the most beautiful woman in the world. He then started rocking his hips and sliding his massive cock in and out his mother’s tight wet pussy with slow easy strokes.. I used a lot of pressure, really digging down everytime I got to the tip. It seemed to drive him crazy.He dropped his hands back under the table and began undoing his belt.Panick slapped me in the face, this was getting a bit dangerous. But brain and hand were obviously not in talks with each other - my hand followed his lead and shot up and over his boxer elastic as soon as his jean fly was pulled open.I grabbed his slightly moist, slightly tacky manhood, gripped it, loosened, gripped again, I.