With her fingernail along the shaft she said, "You call this a cock? You know the little pencils they give you at mini-golf? That's your dick. You'...e fucking deformed."It was a miracle. I was hard again.I moved closer to her but she pushed me away roughly. She said, "Not a chance Mr. Quick, my little one-second wonder. I"ll take over from here."She proceeded to straddle me, hurling insults all the while. I was a pussy, a little pencil dick. She pretended to spit in my face. No spit actually. Mother raised her hand and gently stroked the outside of my denim crotch. My eyes rose back to hers and saw that she was smirking. "I still turn you on; don't I, my love?" She looked back down at the obvious bulge in my jeans. "You can do anything you want to me, George."With that, mother slowly turned around to face away from me, still on her knees. Then she slowly bent over onto her hands, her face looking over her shoulder at me. Carefully, with her eyes locked onto mine, mother lowered her. My tits were groped, nipples pinched and twisted. Fingers slid into my pussy, most male I assume, but I swear i felt some fake nails in there! At one point, fingers were in my ass, and I was being grinded on by guys very aggressively. I spready my cheeks for anyone who was grinding on me, and bent down, touching my toes and shook my ass to the best of my abilities. I whispered to a guy that had been hovering around me for a while that I would suck his dick, and to tell everyone. Once word got. A broad grin appears across your face, and crushing you hard up against the cubical wall, I explore between your legs with my hand, pushing your legs apart urgently, I rub roughly up against your mound, my fingers quickly finding their way to your very moist pussy, and push in deeply, I thrust up hard, noting how wet you already am as I ram my fingers in further, you gasp trying hard not to make any noise, as we can hear other ladies coming in and out to use the facilities.Quickly you unzip my.