I laugh to myself. I have seen Jenny naked. If there is anyone who needs to be shown how to use a gym, it's not her!When we reach the gym, it is immed...ately clear who is the expert in this environment. Jenny mounts one of the treadmills and begins a warm-up routine. Soon, she's walking briskly, then jogging, running, sprinting and, for the next half hour, she repeats five-minute intervals of jogging, running, sprinting, jogging, running, sprinting. She seems to move without effort, gliding. “I’m going to cum soon!”“Good,” I hear you reply, your voice muffled as your tongue continues to lash against my clit.I know you well enough to know that this isn’t some elaborate tease and that your intention is to bring me to an explosive orgasm.I want this.I need this.As I feel myself starting to tense, my hands slide onto your head, pressing you closer to me. Reading the signs, you increase the pace at which you are finger-fucking me and begin to squeeze and pinch the tumescent nipple that. I can't do a thing with an ass like that. I need cheeks I can bury my face in. Got it!" I got up and went to my bedroom and slammed the door.An hour later, mother knocked on the door and asked me to come out for dinner. If it wasn't for my rumbling stomach, I would've stayed in my room all night until she left. We ate mostly in silence until she began to apologize for pushing me so hard."Paul, you must think me a terrible mother. Here I am pushing you to go out and find a girl without even. I let my hand rest with the button of her jeans in my fingers as I quickly began flicking my tongue over her nipples which were now hard and erect. "Yes, baby!" she cooed as I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. I let my fingers trace along the top of her satin panties as I kept sucking her nipples. My fingers would gently slide under the waistband brushing her pubic hair, which felt like it was trimmed. She pulled my head off her and shoved her tongue into my mouth as her.