I'm here because someone told me that you want to be a cheerleader at Florida State, and I need to find out much more about you to see if we can make ...hat happen. I have all of my things in my office on the fourth floor, if you'd like to join me there."As if on cue, Sandy Mason's grandmother bid goodbye and asked Sandra to call her when she was done with the interview.Mark put off the initial questioning session until Sandy's first round of photos was complete. He was anxious to see how those. “Puter, stop the simulation,” Carla said, her mouth dry. “Is this simulation realistic?”“Ignoring the genetic relation and age gap, the simulation is realistic.”“But she's about to...orgasm,” Carla said in a whisper.“Orgasm is a natural response to sexual stimulation,” the computer said.Carla had many times watched a similar simulation but with her in the female role, and couldn't help getting wet. She told herself that she was only interested in her ex-lover, and that her daughter had nothing. For Deepu it was like a hundreds of pleasure bombs going off in his head. Instinct took over and Deepu began pumping away. His mother lifted her legs allowing him to go deeper. Deepu went off like a wild horse and in seconds came inside his mother. He felt as if a velvet covered fist was milking out every last drop from his balls. He fell beside his mother feeling dizzy and tired. It was not like anything he’d felt before.When he awoke the next morning he saw his mother still in bed. Her hair. I smiled as I thought of Timmy coming over to take me from behind and fuck my shitter while Richard’s thick fat cock fucked my dripping wet slippery pussy. I was in the perfect position for the two boys to take me. I only needed to lay on Richard and bury my head into his shoulder and whisper words of encouragement as Timmy’s cock plunged into my wet damp asshole. I felt my butt hole flex and spasm at the thought of a hard young cock burrowing it’s way into my shit hole.I could already feel him.