Looking over the top of hiscar he spotted his professor and called out "I think I'm pretty muchready, even got the smores packed in." yeah I got my fi...hing pole in here just in case." replied backprofessor William Locke, finely aged to 48 years and sporting a baldhead, glasses, stubble, and a slight build. Taking from a kids in thehall sketch and changing slightly; 'He's Hip, He's Cool, He's Freud'was the way Theo would always remember Doctor Locke."Looks like everyone is ready, lets get out. And, all the while, my mother had her eyes locked on my cock. I don’t think she had seen it in some years so her gaze was exploratory. Not that it would be an impressive sight in its current condition.I swung my legs to the floor and climbed to my feet. My mother did not move so I ended up standing fairly close to her. Without hesitation, she moved a step closer to me, leaving her body snugged up close to mine. Her arms reached up to my shoulders. Pulling my face down to hers, Mom’s lips. The orc and the werewolf were still guarding it of course, but I had some ideas. I glanced down at the wolf who had been using me most recently. Like the rest, she seemed to be winding down. I caught her attention and motioned towards the exit.“Mind if I grab some air?”She gave me a lazy wave before stretching out on the ground, seemingly drunk in ecstasy. As I stood up I caught the eye of another runner who gave me look indicating he knew what I was up to. His expression told me he expected me. I must remind myself that you are only 23 and I am old enough to have cradled you in my arms. I need to question if I’ve grown into a dirty old woman or someone who has just succumbed to her lust for a much younger man. Or is that one of the same? Who cares? you left a message for me to read. You tell me you’re at the office and attach a picture of your sloppy desk for proof. I smile as I see the clutter that surrounds you. You are a busy young man, but still make time to talk to me. “Good.