She was and is the most beautiful woman i have ever seen, not just because i was now fucking my friends mom,but how her face looked, her eyes glazed o...er in lustfor my hard cock.The heat from her cunt, dripping from her wetness,the velvet smoothness inside her was nothing i wasexperiencing for the first time in my life.She let go of her big tits and grabbed onto my hips,helping me jackhammer her pussy into submissionshe threw her head back letting out some deep moans.I could actually feel her. Gina did a room full of guys like that, three dicks at a time, over and over, until it was quite late and the party was down to the last thirty or forty guys actually awake and still partying. She had still not met the other guys in the band, and was kind of pissed off about that. Not that she hadn't had fun, but she really wanted to meet all of the band.After the last three guys were done with her, someone took Gina to yet another room where she was told to get on her knees and blow the guys. “Maddie, can I ask you a question?” I said. Her gaze met mine. “Sure,” she said. “Why?” I said. “Why what,” she said. “Why me? I mean a quality girl like you. A looker like you. You could have any guy. So why a mediocrity like me?” She looked surprised. “A mediocrity? That’s how you see yourself?” she said. “I’m surprised. David, you are no mediocrity. You are a very high tone guy. I’m the mediocrity. Yes, I can turn a guy on. Always could do that. But, after he’s had me, most guys will. I only keep my wheels codes they’ve got locking nuts on ‘em and the tyres are virtually bald as Jean-Luc Picard.I checked the name and address on the package. “To Maurice Alfred Jackman”, at my address. Fuck! My real fuckin’ name’s my fuckin’ business.Now you know why I insist on being called ‘Jack Jackman’.I closed the door, although it was colder inside the flat than outside. I ripped open the big envelope and shook out a thin padded envelope about 150x200mm, with a repeat of my name and.