She could see his head hovering close above her moist pink fuck hole, and could feel his fingers moving, rubbing, and massaging the tender skin."Annet...e, this area seems to be a little bit puffy and reddened. There might be an infection of some sort. Have you felt any itching down there?" Yes, and as a matter of fact, it itches right now. Can I scratch it?" No. We wouldn't want to inflame the area any more than it already is until I find out what's wrong."Annette lay back, the tension building. I also suggested that we could still play our Game, and maybe with Steve, if he wasn't a total dork or something. What better way is there to make a potential customer happy than to end the evening by getting him laid. She said that was just fine with her, hinted that we could play more than one night, and then I got to hear all about her shopping trip into L.A. with her boss and best friend Joan after she'd dropped me off at the airport; the gorgeous cocktail dress she'd bought for Game. Aaahhh! . . . aaahhh! as mom dried my cock with the toilet paper, causing me to clench and shudder and my legs to buckle slightly.Within a few seconds it was all over and mom let go of her new toy as I tried to get my breath back."See!, . . . that wasn't too bad was it?" then she chuckled to herself. "Let's face it, it's been a few years since I've done that to a bloke!"It was then I went red at mom's innuendo while waiting for my cock to go soft which took a few minutes. While mom redressed. Even having my period didn’t stop us. I would just give him a blowjob instead of him fucking me. The routine was pretty much the same. We’d have sex and then I’d fix us a sandwich and he’d pour us a glass of wine. The only exception to this was when my husband was home for spring break. It’s terrible to admit but I enjoyed him so much that I didn’t mind my husband having to go back to school. I think everybody in the hospital knew what was going on between us. The affair ended when he accepted.