“Are you sure you want your mother as a drinking buddy tonight? I might cramp your style when it comes to the ladies.”“Don’t worry about it,�...� he replied with a dismissive wave, “It’ll be fun.”I know how these kinds of gatherings go. I went to college and to those parties. It’s all about drinking, pairing up and disappearing for some bon voyage sex but if he didn’t mind his mother tagging along and partying with his friends, I was happy to spend as much time as I could with my son. The pub. The boy had been a teacher’s pet, and Alex was often way too smug and conceited too. Oh, she could kill him sometimes. Not really of course, but still. What was so annoying about him was that he didn’t know anything.Yes, he could name all the songs of the second album of Bob Dylan, but what did that really mean? Nothing, of course. No, it was all just a mask behind which he was hiding his insecurity and total lack of experience with girls.There, she had said it. That was it. The virgin who had. “I picked up a couple of hitch-hikers; it was nice to return the kindness, after hitching the length and breadth of the country during the eighties and nineties. Could tell you some funny stories, but another time. Today’s hitching, hippy girls were young and pretty, but they could have used a bar of soap! Have either of you hitchhiked very much?” “Patricia, you like horses, don’t you? One of those girls had a nice story; she lived in a horse-drawn caravan with her hippy parents; Sounds. Suddenly, with an extra hard squeeze with her pussy walls around Harrys dick, he felt his cock go into a glorious orgasm. Ahhhhh Ginny……..ahhhhhh…….ooo Ginny, groaned Harry as he buried his face in her shoulder and placed his hands in her wet red hair. Harry plunged his dick balls deep into Ginny as he felt a large amount of his youthful cum explode into her tight pussy. Harry continued to groan as he felt her pussy clench even more tightly around his cock, as if milking it of every juice of.