I could hear him giggling with his friends behind the door.“Are you Jeremy?” I asked him. I heard giggling on the other side of the door. This was...definitely Jeremy but he hadn’t made it clear why he was here to see me. His voice was high and squeaky, and he sounded about Mister Kyle’s age. I had never counseled him before. I am always nervous about new students because they don’t know what to expect, and they may be there to see me for legitimate guidance counseling. If they call me Honey. I started to kiss her and put my hands down her shorts. "No, sorry, my husband got home and he fucked me. I am pretty sure you don't want to right after he did." Annie said looking sad. "I really don't care, I want to fuck you one more time." I said as I pulled her shorts down and laid her out on the ground. I mounted her and pushed my cock into her, her pussy had a different texture to it I guess from her husbands cum. I pounded away until she came and then I flooded her womb with my cum. It. " My cock wouldn't stop firing as her lips found mine and we kissed hungrily. It was as if we were trying to exchange the essences of our souls into each other as we melted together and became one. Finally I lay exhausted on top of her. "That was beautiful," she whispered to me as she continued to hold on to me tightly. "I have never felt so, so fulfilled. Thank you." I couldn't believe what I had heard. I was in heaven again. I had made love to my mother, brought her pleasure, and filled her. "It is, without a doubt, the wildest thing that Clark Construction has ever done," Mr. Clark grinned. "The couple who owns it, the Newtons, are windmill freaks, so this is in essence a modern replica of an English windmill, which is sort of like the Dutch windmills you see on Heineken bottles." You're kidding!" Nope," Randy grinned. "Fifty-foot-long blades on the windmill, although they call them sails, and we're learning to call them that, too. We got two of the sails up yesterday, the other.