As Duane retreated from his aggressive nature Mike reached into the fruit bowl on the counter and threw a banana on the table. "Remind you of anything... he asked of Bridget, taunting her. Bridget smiled, 'well yes it does, but I'm sure you're not used to handling something so long" Bridget returned as she grabbed a knife and cut it in half and handed it back to Mike. "Ouch!!" Duane returned, delighting in Bridget's snappy comeback. Mike recoiled at Bridget's insult. "Mine is plenty long honey". And we did. Mom explained what was going on as it happened. The movie we were watching was mom with two men in a park. mom ended up on all fours with one of the men behind her banging her doggy style. After a couple minutes he flooded her hairy snatch with a huge load of cum, then the next man mounted her and banged her for several minutes before dumping a large load deep in her also. My cock was so hard it was hurting. Mom had gotten very turned on also, she started to rub my cock thru my. There were only a couple of people at the pool. I could feel his hands roaming over my body, the insides of my thighs, I could feel myself getting wet, wanting those fingers between my pussy lips and caressing my stiffened clit. "Touch my pussy, I need those fingers, Roy," I said. "Someone might see," he said not too concerned. "There's not enough people around and they are all pre occupied," I countered, wanting my clit rubbed more by the minute as my horniness grew and the breeze caressed. Every day I get on the Ottawa City Transportation Bus Number 116 to work or the 117 to school. Talk about specifics, eh? I moved to the town of Ottawa from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, in November of 2009. Fast forward one year later and I’m doing well. Going to school. Working. Living in my own place. I am starting to like Ottawa. It is far smaller, quieter and more boring than Boston but I am adjusting. Ottawa is slowly becoming diverse but it is not what I’m used to. There are lots of.