He suddenly started talking, "It was wonderful last night darling, I neverfelt so close to you, in fact I still wear your panties."I gave him an amuse... look, "I thought you already had your shower dear,you never come down to breakfast unless you are fresh like a flower, Iknow how clean you are." Then I added mischievously, "You could have asked me dear, I would havegiven you a fresh pair of my panties if you enjoy wearing them so much."He gave me a warm smile, his eyes projecting an unusual. We just hung out, smoked, and played video games all day and night. It was a lot of fun. This story takes place during the summer post junior year. As I said, I was essentially living at Jon’s place at this time. So, let’s get to the point. Jon’s mother was a smokeshow. Her name was Donna. She was probably in her mid-forties at the time, so pretty old for a smokeshow, but man was she fine. Honestly, think Sharon Stone. That is an accurate description of how hot she was. She had mid-length. She was already wet with her juices running down. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!" the blows fell and she groaned a little but otherwise accepted them. Again he massaged and checked to see that there was no damage. Her bum was well marked but ready for more. By now she was in that state where pain and pleasure mix. She waited for him to stop but was always wanting the next stroke to fall. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!",. Knight had short grey hair as he was in his forties and a perfectly neat moustache with the same silver-like colour. With his hazel eyes focused on her cum dripping pussyhole, he pulled his cock out. Dr. Thompson who shared the same grey hair with a tidy moustache did the same thing. Each of their cocks had to have been around eight or nine inches and funnily, they began to bicker over who was getting what. They carried on bickering until finally they came to an arrangement with one another..