Maybe, when this was all over, I'd find a gym that had a sparring program for middle-aged guys and learn to defend myself a little better with fists i...stead of words. On the other hand, I thought wryly, my words, his fists, and look who won.I pulled myself together and headed down. Brock was waiting for me just outside the entrance to the appropriately-named Atrium Lounge, a bar and light fare eatery at the bottom of the hotel's huge atrium. We sat at a table and I flagged down a waiter and. As I left the room, I looked back to see himfollowing my orders. I moved quickly to Tim's bathroom, where I pickedup a bottle of baby oil. On the way back to the bedroom, I poured asmall amount of oil onto my cock. I thought it might sizzle from theheat I was generating. I smeared the oil over my member as I entered theroom. Tim was looking at me over his shoulder. I closed the door andstepped up the bed.I climbed up behind Tim and massaged the oil on my fingers into hisback. I placed my hands. Whatever it was, it made her kind of shake and start bucking her hips up and down, then she went stiff and let out this long, drawn-out moan that would have had the parents sitting bolt upright in bed if she hadn’t been stifling herself.I looked up and asked, “You okay, Sherry?”“Oh god yes! It was the best one I’ve ever had!”I crawled up her panting, sweating body wanting only one thing, but I’d already resolved that I wouldn’t do it unless she said I could. I didn’t have a lot of self-control. Once again Tim pulled out of Mom and once again she gasped and protested at the sudden emptiness in her overly stimulated pussy. I climbed off her mouth and rotated around to kiss her on the mouth, “Mmmmmmm, nice isn’t it?”Mom replied, “Yes, Michele, your pussy is delicious. I love your taste and scent.”“No, Mom. Mine is a cunt, yours is a pussy. At least for now. Maybe your next man will turn it into a cunt.” She shivered.Tim puts his hand out to her and she takes it. He says, “No resting. We.