We ... I mean ... you know what we ... did a little while ago," he said clearly confused by her modesty.Linda sighed, realizing that she was being ver... inconsistent at best. "I'm sorry ... I mean ... I ... we ... it is hard for me." I know and I'm sorry, Mom," he said seriously. "You don't hate me, do you?"Linda said, "Of course not." But ... I ... I took ... advantage of you," he said, clearly distressed now."No, Andy, you didn't. What happened was ... was mutual. We can discuss it later,". Now he liked the idea and was proud of me and was aware I could satisfy a young man like he can satisfy a younger woman (like me). Then he surprised me with a special question: he wanted to know if I would prefer to be alone with him. I told him it's not about preferring, its just different. But I know you, he said, you like to do things different so???? Okay yes if that is okay with you. Well he answered, for me it is also different, to know exactly when you are fucking and with who while I am. Not that I know of, anyway.??Well I think it’s cool that you know someone famous.??It’s no big deal. I still make more money than he does.??You should invest in him.??I did.??Does that make you part owner???I don’t think so. It was only five hundred anyway.?We eventually reached the parking lot. ?So why are gay guys always doing stuff with women, anyway?? I asked her.?What do you mean???Well, if you asked me, I’d describe your shoes, for example, as being blue heels. Gene could probably say the. Barry cooperated 100%. The slobber was running off of his chin and the mascara ran off of his face as he sobbed uncontrollably...but never took a cock out of his mouth once. Barry gobbled down loads of cum...he actually threw up twice but kept gulping cum like the cumslut that he is. While Barry was getting deep-throated by all those guys...all of us Sorority girls kept spanking his ass. His tushie was very red and very warm to the touch...I knew it must be throbbing but Barry did not say.