'But I've fancied you ever since I can remember. I shouldn't do this.... But I can't help it. I just couldn't waste a chance like this. You never know... my luck might be in.''Jesus Dan. I'm old enough to be your mother. I'm 53 years old. I'm sure you can get someone younger.' I was slightly flattered. He was nice looking and polite. Suddenly the boys room smell wasn't so bad.I could feel a flutter in my stomach and my brain started working overtime. In my head I was thinking. 'I should walk out. .. blotchy skin and two small mismatched breasts... She could see his realization in on his face. He tried to rescue the situation. “You are—your.” He had bungled it. Her face showed sadness but not anger or even accusation. “Brandon, it’s OK. I know I am plain at best.” She rubbed the stubble on his chin, comforting him. “Sorry!” “Don’t be. This is what the sorority does for girls like me. This is the feminism we practice here. As for the cult ... that is a different story.” Brandon raised. When I was in finals of school a young lady came to this office from somewhere around Salem, I forgot which place, and our uncle’s out house was given for her to stay. To tell about her, she was dark in nature with 5’ 9” height and a stout figure, with small boobs (I thought so, but later I knew it was good enough) and an ass protruded sideways and not exactly to the back, but she had a good ass which I loved one of the most in female body as any mallu. She was of 24 years, not married and was. He thrust his dick deep into my mouth and jammed it into my throat, gagging me. Realizing this he eased up slightly as I grew accustomed to the huge piece of meat in my esophagus. My throat muscles flexed and tensed around his cock, which sent him over the edge. A huge torrent of cum blasted into my throat and I had to swallow as quickly as I could to keep from drowning. He began slipping his cock in and out of my throat filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it kept.