Our breathing increased, the moaning turned up a notched and the fuckingbecame harder and faster. I was sweating, but kept going. If my momwanted me...to fuck her forever, I would. Anything to please her, I said tomyself. Mom rubber her clit with her fingers as I fucked her and shescreamed as she came. Once, twice, three times. Once mom had cum, I knew it was all right for me. I thrust my cock inand out of her wonderful cunt as I readied myself to blast off inside of mymother Fatima. It. And Tess, God knows, was easy to look at."Same deal?" Tess asked me, as the Brit woman's name was being announced to the gallery by the starter."Same deal?" she said again, this time poking me with an elbow and giving me a sly smile.I finally figured out that this was her shorthand for what had become a little tradition -- a ritual -- at the start of a tournament. She was asking whether she'd get the promised opportunity to blow me, if she performed up to standard.I had no illusions about her. Guy pumped her nipples to a swollen erection. He loved the look, then applied the vibrating wand to them. He did the same on her clit. Betty's eyes rolled back in her head in dreamy passionate contentment. Betty's excitement could only be surpassed by his. Guy's cock was throbbing and needed relief. He slipped on the second cock ring as Betty had suggested and plowed into her defenseless cunt. This time Guy responded with an Olympic gold medal performance. Betty cried out with burning desire.. . .”“Please, I need to see a normal man.”“Surely you’ve seen. . .” Her hand was on my fly and ‘no’ was apparently an unacceptable response. Fumbling with the zipper unsuccessfully, I finally eased her hand back to her lap and released my trousers, pushing them down over my knees. She gasped, and took my thickening organ in her hand, studying it intently. Her fingers probed the glans and shaft, tracing the veins and squeezing the girth tentatively, even probing the pee slit with her tiny.