Then she started coming. It wasn't the floating come like she had with Barry, but rather a sharp, hurting come that made her clit throb like a prick. ...he closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Goddamn, it was so good! Her legs felt weak, almost numb, as another sharp burst echoed into the canyon of her cunt. Shit fire! If she only had a stiff cock in her! Hell, once a week with Barry was just not enough.She stood squeezing his cock while she regained her composure and finally looked down and. ” I’m wondering what the actual problem was. “Mom?” he called out as he knocked at my door. “Can I come in?” “Here I was, in my room, and thinking no…no honey you can’t.” She looked at me and said “Why you ask well let me explain.” Yeah I bet you were masturbating, right,, I said to myself. “See, I was masturbating honey,” she told me as she wore that warm, arousing smile of her face. “Mmmmmm oooooohh dear I felt soooo good at that exact moment that yes dear, I did not want to be disturbed. I couldn’t help myself with my wondering and I whispered, “Who are you and what do you want?” She seemed a bit surprised at my question or perhaps the fact I was speaking. She waited a moment, not having let go of my balls and said, “A neighbor, a horse breeder and I’m interested in a new blood line. You look fit.” She stroked my erection up to my belly, squeezing harder and it felt really good. I got bold and replied, “Well, you feel really good and you can keep doing that if you like.” That. “It will surely be a very memorable day for him.”“Is there anything else we could do to make it even more memorable for him? Would he prefer if I was tied up?”“He’ll tie you up himself if that’s what he’s in the mood for. I guess I could go put on some lingerie. Usually I’m the one wearing the jeans, desperate to pee. Now that I think about it, this may actually work out even better than I thought.”Mrs. Oliver ran upstairs and into the master bedroom. Jill could hear drawers and closet doors.