She was my ideal woman, slightly shorter than me, long (dyed) blond hair, green eyes, a very pretty face and a stunning body. She even managed to make...the jackets and aprons that we had to wear at work look good. There was just one problem - she was married, to a guy named Mark and it was him she had the great sex with.Of course she knew I fancied her and she would flirt outrageously with me at work, for my part I kept saying that she had been married long enough to get bored and that it was. Holy shit, is my blonde mom crying now?' "Fuck, I can't hold out much longer, ladies. Don't either of you dare stop though; I want to shoot with a huge bang," Cindy moaned, jiggling around frequently. "Make your blonde mommy cum, Joy. We spread joy to you, so return the favor you delicate beauty." Yes, Mom," I sobbed before taking a deep breath. "I will, just because you are my blonde mom," I alerted her before I let my tongue back in there.'As much as I want to fuck the shit out of her rather. John asked me to stick around after school for a bit to discuss techniques he learned for dealing with distracted students. I listened carefully. John's ideas sounded good.I headed over to Cherry Hill to Pro Train after dinner for a couple hours' workout with Steve Sanderson. Jeremy Maclin and Brent Celek were there with Dominic Cuchiella and his backfield mate, Nate Allen.Cuch and I got a chance to catch up on his and Gina's life. Gina was expecting. Their son was due April 10th. I wished Gina. It was going to be tough. A make or break pitch meeting. If they won it could mean the company kick on to a whole new level. If they lost… well she didn’t really want to contemplate that thought.She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was very short, dark but she had noticed the odd fleck of grey. Nothing unusual for a woman of 38. She wore a white blouse, that covered a respectable 36DD bra and black pencil skirt that came down just below the knee. She checked to see if the buttons of.