I could feel it bulging through my pants, begging to be touched. I complied. I pulled a pair of her underwear out of the drawer and smelled it....It was wonderful. My raging hard on got even stiffer. I pulled it out of my pants and started to stroke it gently while rubbing it against the panties. Now, to some people, jacking off into the panties of a forty-something mother may seem gross, so I should probably describe her. Her name was Jolene. She was a natural blond, standing at. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other, exhausted and sexually fulfilled.“You were right, this was so much better than last time,” I said and couldn't help but giggle. Standing up on my weak legs I turned to him. Cole's hair had fallen on his forehead, his blue eyes bright and a cocky smile on his lips. He reached down and picked his Coke from the floor, taking a large gulp from it. I moved towards him and sat on his lap kissing his neck. I felt one of his hands move to my nape and the other. She gasped loudly as I penetrated her warm pussy and she moaned with the rhythm of our bodies pounding away in the heat. I can still hear the sound of my dick sliding in and out of her when I think about her. I started going faster and she screamed louder in response. “YES! FUCK YES!” She screamed. I started to grunt on hearing that and then the stopped me. She pulled my dick out and sprayed it with cum once more. Then she turned around and kissed me. We held each other close in the heat again. “Mother, watch over Lasla!” I commanded. “Keep her safe.”“Yes, Master!” Mother said. She grabbed Lasla and yanked her to the side.The throbbing in my left hand faded before this thing, but I could still feel it sapping at my strength. A feverish heat burned across my cheeks and temple. Nothing to do about it. We had to win here. I would not let my women down.“With me, Pyrriah!” I shouted and darted in the other way as the tarasque bore down on us.“I’m with you!” my twin sister cried.She ran.