We could hear the conversation of Roy saying to Benny, “why didn’t you tell me he was that good”, and Benny rebutting, “I didn’t know he was...fucking John McEnroe !” Then the strategy came from Ron…”well…don’t hit it to him…hit it to my mom !!” I had to think of a way to distract them, and I thought back to what Benny did to me when he first came to my house after his baseball game. I was about to receive the ball, and Benny was serving, which meant that Roy’s mom had her back to me. Roy was. Other than the odd few thin ones. This one was a tight green one which should have been dubbed as the boner killer. I managed to get myself up again and got it on. I got on the bed next to her, and she slid her underwear off. It was a pair of tiny black transparent undies. My cock throbbed as she dropped them on my floor. It was time.She had her legs closed as i moved between her calves. She pulled her shirt down and asked if i was ready. I nervously said yes, then pushed myself between her. Of course, the hair around Trisha’s fanny needed particular attention. As, apparently, did my smooth snatch. When we were both dry, Trisha rubbed my smooth pubic bone, saying how much she liked it. I felt her hairy twat, and suggested that hers could soon be the same. “Will you do it for me,” she said. “Of course I will my sweet,” I answered. I grabbed Peters Razor and some shaving foam and took them with us into the living room. John 1 Chunky and Alan. ‘You won’t interrupt again, will you Molly?’ ‘No!’ I fervently promised, my voice weak and pleading. She began again, and I at once realized that she was repeating, once more from the beginning, exactly what she had recited before. I felt absolutely terrible that I had caused her the inconvenience of repetition. In contrition, I decided I would breathe more deeply of the noxious flower being held under my nose, and I concentrated all my efforts to gaze exactly into the centers of her beautiful.