?Are you here, Sir?? Doubt springs eternal. ?You?reready to leave? Dressed as I said?? ?Yes, my Joe.? Her voice waseven softer than usual, and there w...s a quiver. ?You?re frightened, pita.? ?Not much, Sir.? She took a breath. ?I?m worried about work, I guess. And about Philip. A little, Sir.? Shewas afraid of her ex-husband, a self-absorbed bully who once threatened to?keep her.? There was a restraining order and he wouldn?t come to the house. Joe just assumed that pita was not only wondering. Most people were already in the change rooms getting ready to go home. Mr. Hanson led me over to the leg press machine, and I got on it. I started using it and he started correcting my technique, but this time, he was touching my thigh and putting his hands a bit higher towards my cock. He told me to get off the machine so that he could demonstrate, so i got off and watched him. I decided to stand opposite from him to peek at his beautiful hairy quads and hamstrings. As he was half way through. She might have been twenty-five, perhaps even thirty, with a fine forehead, strong nose, and square chin; she was no delicate beauty, but a lovely woman with a fine, voluptuous body, full-hipped, long-legged and very healthy. She smelled good too. My root trembled, throbbed and filled."I suppose you can have his things, his supplies, although they might bring a good price. I have no idea." She wrinkled her forehead. 'Are you hungry?"I smiled and admitted that I was. She took me to the. ..! Mom, I can’t...! Oh my G-god, mom...! Mom, no...! Mom, it’s gonna...! It’s gonna shoot in-n-Nnn-Nnn-Nnnn!”Then it is too late for regrets. Both of us hear the distinctive wet “Schlirk!” of a powerful ejaculation which is now contained by the velvety walls of the womb, and mom raises her head towards the sky and vails as her orgasm explodes into its full bloom.Schlirk! “O-ooh, Steve!”Schlirk! “O-oooh my baby...!”Schlirk! “O-O-Oh-Oooh!”Sclirk! Sclirk...! Sclirk...! Sclirrkk...Because of the.