I am not going to take no for an answer. I am going to send you a package.”“Mary Lou, you do not have to,” said Sophia.“It is settled, and you...are coming and just bring yourself and do not worry about clothes. Do not ask me any questions and I will be seeing you soon. Love you. Bye.”I had a lot of planning to do. Sophia and I wore the same sizes which made getting clothes easy. I wanted to get her some sexy lingerie. I was getting excited thinking about being in bed with my friend for the first. " You would thinks so, but I wouldn't know where to start, not my area of expertise," replied Tom."Nor mine I'm afraid," I said, "but what we could do is see if any students in the past has done any research on the subject." Great idea," said Tom enthusiastically, "I'm better at this sort of thing than you, I'll pop into the library tomorrow."Tom kept me up to date after every session he had wading through years of dusty theses, but it took some weeks before he came up with something."Look. He knew he was not supposed to make this one last any longer than necessary, so he concentrated the best he could on quickly filling his mother's mouth with a creamy wad.Just as he was about to bust in his mother's mouth, the waiter arrived with the food."Where is the lovely lady you had with you?" Uh she, uh, just went...to the...restroom. She...will be right...back. Thank you." Keith was trying to answer the question at the same time he was pumping stream after stream of cum into his mother's. I noticed he had big legs; thick calves, Weightlifter? Or experienced fucker? Hmmm, this guy was more my type the longer I looked at him. I only gazed, at him occasionally; I didn't want him to think I was comin' on too fast.Salt and pepper gray beard and hair. A little older tan myself. Maybe forty-five. I like my "daddies" a little older than me. Just my type. He had beefy, hairy hands. Huge sausage fingers. You know what they say about beg hands. I could only hope. I thought I.