Dave almost melted in worship at hardjerker's cock. "So why don't you use your real name?" How do you know that Jared isn't my real name?" You had you... email on once. I copied it and used my other e-mail to chat with you." What?" That guy wankingtime was him???"Your name is Dave Eggers."What the f***!!? Why was hardjerker thinking this was some sort of "bate fuel" to Dave. He couldn't jerk. It shriveled down ashamed."Not gonna wank. Here wank me."Dave with not much else to think of reached over. She was brushing her short blonde hair, smoothing down the 'do that made her look like a pixie. A very beautiful pixie, though, with cute dimples and bright blue eyes and a full mouth, still shiny red with lipstick.A very sexy pixie, too. Because Mom had nothing on but a pair of pink panties. Keith could see his mother's breasts reflected in the mirror -- proud, full breasts, still as firm as a teenager's, capped by small brown aureolae. Around the short, curving back of her chair, he could see. Joan wanted her son to make the first move, and Ted was waiting for his mother to do something. He kept caressing the crotch of her panties about the head of his cock, and Joan stood with her skirt at her waist, slowly rubbing at her swollen, very inflamed clitoris. Ted watched his mother's hand, and she watched her panties move about his cock.She was hardly aware that she was moving, stepping toward him. She walked with her cunt tossed forward, her eyes blazing on his prick. Ted was hardly. " She stopped.What had made her use that word? Not a word she ever used, had always thought it cheapened the act. But there it was. Maybe that experience had broken the ice for her in more ways than one.Eric too was a little surprised to hear the word from her lips, yet he was flattered at what she had said. He just felt so good, so lucky.They lay silent for a moment before Emma asked, "Feel the need for a coffee?"There was no reply and looking sideways she saw that his eyes were closed and.