Mom whispered, her face positively ecstatic, “My baby’s fucking me… oh baby, your cock feels so fucking amazing”, then her face took on a look...of determination and she growled loudly “Well come on boy, show me what your made of! Fuck my pussy boy, fuck it good boy”.Mom didn’t have to tell me anymore and I was pounding her pussy, her juices were soaking my cock and making the most wonderful noises. I could still smell her sex, my nose was filled with her scent and I leaned in to kiss my mom and. I whispered thanks and basked in the envious looks the guys were giving me as we walked in and the frankly unbelieving looks on the faces of the girls. I felt like a million dollars. I introduced Christine to the very few kids I knew and was very pleased when lots of others, almost all boys but even some girls, came over to be introduced. Christine made a big thing of running her free hand down my arm or caressing my cheek. And even put her hand on my ass and squeezed it when there were lots of. Like this one.”“But it’s baking hot,” I moaned. “It’s the middle of bloody August. How is it raining?”“That’s just when you do get short, thundery rainstorms. It’s because of that unusually high pressure front coming in from the Atlantic. If you’d watched the weather last night instead of arsing around on Twitter, you’d know.”“I was not arsing around.” I said, flicking my wet hair out of my eyes. “I was doing something important.”“Yeah, like tweeting Rita Ora. You are such a celebrity whore,. I'm meeting Sue at the café and then we're going together to a seminar. I'd prefer not to answer too many questions about the sexy older man who dropped me off." This was untrue. She was planning to meet Jeremy very soon in the apartment and wanted Bill gone. She preferred to keep her relationships separate from each other. It was just easier that way. "Besides, I need to rinse your rather prodigious cum from a rather bruised and tender pussy, thank you very much!"Bill laughed out loud. He.