Now I must relate at least two more. The first of those occurred after mother and I had been out together to see Oscar Wilde's play "Lady Windermere's...Fan." Arriving home we had a nightcap before going to bed and mother asked, "Bruce am I being selfish?"I was a bit taken aback by her question. "Selfish, how are you being selfish?" Well, I take up so much of your time. It can't be all that much fun taking your mother out."It was really the case that she took me out since she paid for everything,. Needlessto say, their bodies were twisted over to slacken the pressure and soothe thesore muscles. Even in their fatigue state, they had heard Joe?s footsteps andslowly turned to stare tiredly at him. The girl on the left was like the classicChinese beauty. Her skin was ivory white and smooth. The girl on the right hada tanned complexion. Both were toned and athletic as their endurance stoodproof of it. It was only when they lifted their faces that the casual observercould see that the two. Her pussy spasmed, feeling like a sucking mouth on my cock, and she squirted copious amounts of her juices on my balls and upper thighs. The sensations that her pussy had created on my cock added to the feeling of her orgasm ripping through her body, caused me to plummet over the edge.Reflexively I thrust forward, pushing my cock even deeper into her as I began to dump what felt like a week’s worth of backed-up cum directly against the opening to her baby chamber.Spurt after spurt of spunk. The foam on the loofa trailed over me, running in white swaths across my skin. I scrubbed my arms, rubbing each one with long sensuous strokes, then moved on to my torso. I soaped along my rib cage and down, over the points of my hips. I ran the loofa down my legs in a circle, all the way to my painted pink toes. The soapy foam encircled me, leaving me with just my sex still to clean. I squirted the soap directly on my hand, leaving the scratchy exfoliator in its cubby. Slippery with the.