Our moms were determined to make us cum like nonstop waterfalls. Once the mission was complete, they'd certainly get a pat on the back. Or maybe a kis... on the lips, if they preferred. My mom inserted her fingers into my pussy a bit, and intensified the pleasure. She had me throwing out some moans, and then I put my right hand onto Jenna's right tit. I pinched her nipple a bit, and that made her lose it."Shit, you all suck!" Jenna screamed.We all had a brief chuckle, but by then, Jenna was more. " Pleased ta meet ya, Miss Ashton. I'm Hank Prescott, and this here is Bill Jones."They followed June to the ranch house and were introduced to her mother, Mary. Hank and Bill carried Hamilton to his bed while June told how she had just ridden up and had seen two men kneeling by her father, had fired the warning shot, and had been attacked by a fighting mule. Hank then told their side of the story.Mary thanked them for bringing her husband home and invited them to dinner as soon as she had seen. I doubt that the four or so miles had taken any longer than seven or eight minutes. Maria swung the Mini onto a drive and stopped a few feet short of a double garage. She killed the engine and slipped out of the vehicle. The residence was large, detached, and like all the surrounding properties, new and in the style, I believe, Neo-Georgian – everything about it said: money. Only the distant hoot of an owl disturbed the peace. Maria slipped the key silently into the lock and the door opened. But as soon as I saw hisfriend I had a problem. I knew him!He had been there for the conference, and now was looking topick up a TV for a good time. Well, not me, I knew the guy andhis company and rather liked the idea of working for them. AndI did not want to be interviewed by a guy whose cock I hadtasted. I missed out on the sex that year but it was fun posingin the club anyway. And now? Well, this year is different. In mylate forties now, I am not a spring chicken, and I do tend to gofor.