"Did you find it easily?" she enquired casually, "would you like a cup of tea?" I followed her into the kitchen and when we go there after agr...eing that a cup of tea would be nice and that I had had no real trouble finding the house, asked her why she had so radically ignored my wishes and dressed in this sloppy way. "Oh well" she giggled " I wanted you to have a reason for doing what you've come here to do! I put my tea down and put my arms round her waist. He pushed slowly, I took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly – trying very hard to relax back there! There was some pain but it was manageable, then a blinding white hot pain as I got a LOT of cock. As I remember a few things happened at the same time…the intense pain in my rectum…world class cramps…and him hitting bottom deep inside of me…and of course (good thing my hands were covering my mouth) a muffled howl for him to stop!!! And, my eyes tearing up…can’t forget that!All of that. I got up, grabbed my toiletry bag, and headed for the shower. During my shower I started thinking about Herb’s cock and how we used to jack off together. I lathered my cock and began caressing and stroking it. Through the door I heard what sounded like someone having sex. I rinsed off, grabbed my towel and opened the door. The TV was on one of those pay-porn channels and Herb was lying on the bed with his hard cock poking through the dick hole of his boxers. My already swollen cock hardened. ”“A machine?” my forehead crumbled with disbelief.“A treadmill…yeah…she’s showing me…how to use…a treadmill.”“A treadmill?” Then, I shook my head to clear out the frustration. “Well, whatever. So when are you coming back?”“I’m not sure…ahhh…that depends. Don’t wait up for me.”“Okay. You…uh…put Paulina back on.”“Da, Brandon.” Paulina voice came back.“What’s my mom really doing?” I asked again.“Running on my treadmill.” She answered without losing a beat.“Ugh…really? I’m sorry for that. You.