You know we have time to get a burger or whatever for lunch.”“We need to go right now, before they fill up for the lunch rush,” I said.“Makes ...ense.”“‘Course it does. You don’t expect the husband of THAT girl to be a dunce, do you?”“I’m ‘that girl’?”“I’ve heard a comment or two from parents of your fellow students,” I said, “about that girl in high school who just floats along over everybody.”“I can accept that categorization,” she smirked. “Better’n a lot of other ones. I mean, I’m STILL. With each thrust Gwen’s throaty moans and James’ grunts intensified. James knew he would not last long in Gwen’s tight hole. Gwen sensed that James was going to cum. He was acting the same way that Bob had acted when he blew his load into Gwen’s mouth. It reminded her of how badly she wanted more cum.Gwen said in a throaty voice, “Please James, I want to taste your cum. Please cum in my mouth.”James didn’t answer even though he had heard her. The thought of blowing his load in that beautiful. That first time left her absolutely amazed. She couldn't believe anyone could make her feel that good. Her son had fucked her far better than his father, or anyone else, ever had. And from that day on, regardless of the fact that she was his mother and he was her son, she considered herself his woman and he was her man. During that first year while he was a senior in high school, they fucked like two lovers on their honeymoon, whenever they were alone together.After his arrival home earlier. ”Geraldine listened to Alex. The soft, sultry voice flowed over her. She found the feelings of anger and frustration evaporating under the confident gaze and warm, welcoming voice of the young hypnotist. She felt the heat from the young woman’s hand spreading along her arm.“Teenage boys want to have fun and I just gave them an excuse. I don’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to do, I just give them the excuse to do it.”She released Geraldine’s hand and stepped back.“Hypnotism isn’t about.