I remember still, when I cut her ponytail, how they could go cross-eyed. Now they did, again. Her eyes looked to be like search lights looking into th... opposite corners of the room. I heard the hiss of her breath, even as she clasped Master Jason's cock inside her, her legs wrapped around his torso.Even Master Jason, though I couldn't see his face, seemed tight and concerned. Now, though, he turned his face to me. "Oh, my." He said. "This should be fun."Master Jason isn't mean. He's just weird.. I pushed deeper until I could feel the little knob of her cervix along the top. I brushed it several times with both fingers, and then settled into rubbing her g-spot. Marisol came hard and she filled my palm with her come. I broke the kiss and cleaned my hand by licking it all off. She tasted earthy, and just a little sweet. I didn’t think it was possible for this woman to get any more turned on, but my display drove her even more out of control. One of her hands was down my pants, grabbing at. Actually, she'd gone to law school at the University of Wisconsin.Hey, we've all got to start somewhere. I mean, Wisconsin had a perfectly good law school. It's just that -- now -- a quarter-century later, as the Next Generation, I was expected to progress beyond that level, standing as I did on the shoulders of my gloriously successful parents.So (Mom was actually asking), what would it be, Emily Anne?... Harvard? Or Yale?... And if I was going to Harvard (or Yale) why was I buying real estate. You were happy at my news and you kissed me. I responded becauseI really like you. You’re so beautiful to me. I think those were the best kisses I can ever remember, and I’m an old fart!’ They laughed together, and she pushed him back until he was lying down. She looked down on him, and said, ‘Um, Jim… WE are old farts together, and I don’t care about that if you don’t. I think you’re just wonderful. Josh told me some of his stories, and I’m sure they were pretty watered down for my benefit.