I could only hear one end of the conversation but was pleased to hear the easy lie about being ill. It seemed that this wasn’t the first time she ha... used such a gambit. Finally she switched the phone off and dropped it back into her back. She sat back in the seat and relaxed.“Sorted,” she announced with pride, “so what are we going to do?”“I thought we could start by going to my home for some lunch and take it from there. Its a bit early so we can go the long way round via the motorway and I. “She’s not my sister. This is my mom.”Lisa pretended to act offended as her son continued laughing. “It’s not that funny. I’m not ancient.”Her serious face broke into a big smile as she tousled his air and turned her attention to the man at the bar. “His grandma doesn’t have video games or internet, so we thought we would go ‘old school’ and play some pool.”As they started towards the back, Jim offered to buy them both a drink. Her son Josh was quick to respond, “I’ll take a beer.”Lisa rolled. “Fuck this tits sir! Use them for their true purpose, to please men!”I said nothing, concentrating on getting my pleasure. Soon I felt that building in my ball. Scooting up to her face I grabbed a handful of hair and shoved my cock straight down her throat to much gooey gagging. Two strokes and I let out a primal grunt. Jets of cum splattered down her throat and Samantha just gulped as she swallowed as much as she could, some pearly juices slipping out around my cock. Slumping on the bed for a. My penis is now hard and she senses this, her buttock pushes against me, rotating gently. We pleasure each other for a few seconds. Then the next stop, a rush of bodies and she is gone. I get off at the next stop, checking my mobile for the next message, full of anticipation (and lust). Three hours later and a bleep from my mobile indicates a text had arrived. It was from Bunty. "Prince Charles Cinema, Soho, 1.30, screen 1 r20". I made my way to the cinema getting there just before 1.30, I paid.