’ ‘OK, I need to call my old lady. She might get pissed off.’ ‘Come on.’ He led Art to his new Lexus. ‘You can call from my place.’ The ...ide was luxurious to Art. The car was like new and his old Chevy was on its last legs. He looked at the guy behind the wheel and he wasn’t real big, thin, well tanned with a bushy mustache. His short cropped hair was just turning grey. ‘Man, you have some big hands there. I bet you have a big dick too.’ ‘It’s big enough I guess.’ Art wondered where the comment. She pressed back as I did so and pretty soon I was one knuckle deep in her ass. She moaned with delight. “Oh, yesss…that feels so good,” she said. I pushed in to the second knuckle as I wiggled my three fingers in her dripping cunt“Ah, I’m cumming again,” she cried. And she did, this time with an obvious squirt of juice from her pulsing pussy. It ran down my hand as Ben looked on with amazement.“Did you know she can squirt?” I asked.“No. But it looks beautiful,” he panted.“Get your face. “What are you doing here?” I knew she meant back home. “I forgot something, and came back. What were you doing? Are you okay? Anything hurt?”“Just my illusions and possibly my dignity. Not that I have much of that left at the moment, dignity that is.”“What's with the freaky dancing and stuff, mom? Were you drinking again, or smoking dope?”“I wish. No I was just pretending to be . .” she sighed. “When I was a young girl, I had a dream of being a star. A dancer, not a ballerina, but a. She walked around the classroom and stopped next to my desk. I tried my best to keep looking at her face, but I kept looking at her body. I shifted around in my seat, trying to distract myself with my notes or my pen. But I kept looking at her, wondering what, if anything she knew about me and Ms D.The bell rang and the students started leaving the classroom. A lot of them waved at Madame E and she smiled back at them. I tried to scurry out of the room, but Ms D grabbed me by the arm, hard."No.