Moron. He deserves what he gets.I was the first contact Olive put in her phone.She was having a blast playing with it while we walked toward the store...where I took her. Olive’s body was going back into storing up for the next growth spurt sometime in the fall. I knew her parents were struggling to keep her in clothes while still having money to pay the bills and feed their family with multiple kids that hit puberty within six months of each other. She needed everything, and so that is what we. “Yes” nodding her head “but I am not Mrs. Miller anymore. My name is now Quinn, my maiden name.” Then it came to me that this woman was Donnie’s mother. As I looked hard at her it came back to me. As I remembered she had flowing long red hair. I also remembered the boyish “crush” I had on her many years earlier. Though it had been about 20 yrs or more since I saw her last. Those same feelings came back like they never left. There I was a 37 year old man alone with my ex-friend’s mother who. The wondrous phallus in my hand was twitching with my every stroke, the skin along it’s length moved back & forth, I so wanted to suck upon it but knew I would not get it in my mouth, I was grateful that I was not being asked as yet anyway to take it up my ass as I would surely split in two. I decided that I wanted to at least get a taste of the fruits within. I knelt before this cock and worked both my hands on it I was worshipping every inch, hands were still touching me all over but still. Another shuddering orgasm shattered her to the core with an intensity she had never experienced… She wondered if this behavior was normal, the dog, and hers... The Rotty had released her hips and due to his immense size just stood there straddling her back with his knot tightly locked in her for what seemed like an eternity. Jess began to hump back against it, addicted to the feeling of having the deepest portions of her pussy rubbed by his cock and the feeling of the swollen throbbing knot.