.. “Ok...let’s go...”“Go where?” “For your bath...” The surprised mother looked at her son, she was just expecting to be told to strip, ...r be subservient to her son’s sexual demands… blow him or let him fuck her there in his bedroom.“Come on… let’s go for that bath.” Ross seemed impatient as he pushed his mother out of his room. Alice, still slightly taken aback, turned and made to walk to her bedroom “Where you going?”“Just getting a clean towel… and my robe”“Oh… ok… I’ll be waiting for. 8:48 P.M. With Jake now out of her pussy and Tracey and her new stud on their way to the guest room, Christine tries to establish some semblance of order to the carnal festivities. “Okay, guys! Line up! One at a time! Who’s next?” Travis, a 17 year old, 5’10, 155 pound wide receiver steps forward. He inserts his 7 inch dick into Christine and begins thrusting. In compliance with Christine’s wishes, the team members regain some of their discipline and begin to form a line outside the bedroom;. “It is late night and only like six blocks,” replied her boyfriend equally grinning. “Okay I will do it,” she said as she straightened herself up. Going over to her boyfriend she gave him a kiss. “I will be right back,” she said. “Okay,” he said, “Just don’t get a traffic violation” as he slapped her ass. “Maybe if I do, I can seduce him,” she responded as she walked out the door with their friend. As she drove their friend to his apartment, he casually caressed her thick thigh and soft. "Can't pick just one. It's like asking me what kind of ice cream I like best. Some days, you feel like chocolate, and some days, you feel like vanilla, you know?" Come on," Will said. "Everyone knows that the best ice cream is vanilla. And every bookworm I've ever known has a favorite poet. There's got to be one you like a little more than the rest. One whose name pops into your head right away when you hear 'poetry'."Claire bit her lower lip again and thought about the question for a moment.