"Forgive me for staring please, I'm just surprised at your choice of reading material," she said.I held up Nana's copy of another of James Hilton's bo...ks, this one a yellow, dog-eared 1943 paperback titled 'Random Harvest'."This is the fourth book by this guy I've read. Once I figured out his rhythm I began to like his style. Trouble is, I have to concentrate when I read his work and today that's impossible." I moved into the empty chair next to her. "My names Johnny, by the way, Johnny. The only mentholones they had left were 120’s. She and I pooled ourmoney to buy them. We both liked them, so we became the“120’s smokers.” Most of our smoking friends made somecomment about how long they were.” Colby pointed to herholder. I held it up and she nodded, eyes sparkling.“That looks nice, Scott.” “So how did you wind up smoking More menthols?” I asked,genuinely curious, and slightly excited by her story. Colby thought for a. As Naksh pulled out, James fell back on his bottom with a firm THUD!James panted to catch his breath and licked his cum-drenched lips. He blinked his eyes in shock and embarrassment. Garima laughed so hard at James’ humiliation as she doubled over in hysterical laughter.James bounced up and down on his butt cheeks in an extremely embarrassing tantrum. His butt cheeks slapped firmly against the hard floor. He grunted and blushed as his butt grew sore.Garima then ordered James to stop bouncing. Our hips were moving at a torrid pace now, my big cock pumping hard and fast into her hot womanly softness as that wonderful big ass kept plumping back into me.And now she was panting and whining frantically, her pussy spasming around my thrusting cock. I knew that she was coming, and that did it for me. With a loud groan I let go, and my hot and happy cock began spurting its load deep into my mother's climaxing cunt. She gave an actual scream as she hit her peak, and she stiffened up, her body.