“Don’t stop… don’t stop… I’m cumming… I’m cumming again!”I reached down and grabbed his straining arms and squeezed so hard that my ...ails dug into his skin. He flexed as each burst of cum unloaded into my constricting cunt. As my orgasm squeezed his cock, he groaned and thrust harder, pumping more cum into smooth wetness. His forceful orgasm increased as I gushed and sprayed his stomach and thighs with sweet pussy nectar.“Fuck, you’re so wet! You’re making me cum so hard,” he cried out loud.I. Would you mind greatly if I were to make a few discreet inquiries about possibilities?" I would be grateful. When you get right down to it, the difference between what I can afford and what I can't isn't all that much, but over the three years I'll have remaining in college, maybe four depending on some programs, it could add up real fast. Something to bridge that gap would be wonderful." I'm afraid that I cannot promise anything, but I shall do what I can to speak a kind word in the right. I moved it carefully over her head.Her hands came up to help slip it over her ears and in these few moments I relished the sight of her breasts, so passionately pink and turgid that the nipples were angled towards the ceiling.Together we'd gotten the dress off her. I flung it aside, she fluffed out her hair with her fingers, shaking her head to make the damp strands swirl around her neck."Now you," she said urgently. Already her hands were at my tie, her fingers working hurriedly, trying to. "Thank you Lynn we all hope that too." I turned to Peter when Lynn moved back a step so he could take his turn. "Last night's performance must give you some confidence going into this afternoon's match, Peter?"He smiled. "Well of course. Winning three games and the overall will do that for you, but there is no way that we will underestimate a team like the Eels who have proved capable of matching it with any team all season." Good point Peter, with two A-list bowlers, mother Lynn and son.