Ayan: It’s something personal, Mom. I hope that will do.Mona: Oh!Ayan: Yes, Mom.Mona: Hmmm. Okay, Ayan. Now, listen. I know you are a big boy, but I...am your mother. I have crossed your age myself. I know how things can be during this period of your life. So, whatever it is, you can tell me. I can help you.Ayan: Mom…Mona: Yes Ayan. I am right here. Tell me. I am listening.Ayan: It is not something I need help with, Mom.Mona: It is alright, Ayan. I am your friend. You don’t have to feel shy. You. Whispering, as if others might be listening in, and still holding his erect penis to keep his attention, as if his hand on her great butt did not, she said, “Bob, I want you to be my special assistant to the principal.” “Anything the pretty lady wants. What will that entail?” Bonnie leaned in tighter, rubbed her bush against his flaming love tool, and slowly told him, “Fucking and sucking.” Kissing her back, he left the office, with a “Yes, Ma’am.”. The principal of Middlesex High had been well. "Mmmm," he replied. "You better have a nice BIG load in them balls of yours, cuz I'm hungry as hell for that."I'd purposefully not jacked off during the week since the last time I'd driven down there, in order to assure as big of a load as I could bring! I mentioned this to him, and he seemed glad to hear.Then he resumed sucking my throbbing cock, and eventually, after a few more teasing pauses at the right moment, he let me come---and come I certainly did!As I stood there, straining hard as I. Then I thought I hated soccer, but I was getting touched up here right in front of my beloved hubby and I was now soaking wet…Not because of him or the soccer; but because I was getting groped by god knows who; but I did not care, it anyway felt wonderful…The warm fingers moved to in between my ass cheeks. I grasped for some breath, thinking I was going to get fingered.Then I spread my legs and the naughty fingers glided over the edge of my tiny cotton thong. I felt my cunt was almost dripping.