”“Thank you. I don’t suppose that you’d consider joining me in here for a cup of tea?”I said, “Not just yet, Lorenzo. Tell me about that c...own you wear.”He chuckled. “Jack spent so many futile years trying to understand this. I could have told him everything he wanted to know. Through it, I commune with the ancient minds that founded our civilization. Whether they live within it, or it communicates with them through time or space, or whether it simply holds their memories ... that I do not. And Paul thought he was fucked up!A couple of months later Paul was telling Bruce “Look she’s your mom, but she’s my whore, you want to fuck her you ask me, right cunt?”“Bruce honey, he does own my pussy I can’t give away what belongs to him.” Of course Paul let Bruce fuck his mom, not only his mom but Becks and his own mom, it just was fun to mke sure Bruce knew who owned the pussy in his house!Then there was that Northwestern sophomore that his mom gave instructions on how to suck her son’s. No one would care or even notice if she wasn’t bringing her A-game all day every day, if she had wasted money on a haircut to look ‘professional’ or cut the hair herself to avoid spending a ton of money on an unpleasant experience with more people she couldn’t stand.And who would complain if she were to take a masturbation break right there, right then? No one, that’s who. She was still dressed in her warm, comfy pyjamas so there wasn’t even the low hurdle of restrictive clothing, just a. He was right, she looked up at him with her eyes and slid his cock into her mouth. She quickly bobbed her head up and down the length of his shaft, stroking it with her hand at the same time. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of her ravishingly cute mouth on his cock. Every so often he’d pull her mouth off and run her tongue up the length of his shaft or roll circles around the head. He thought he could stay like that forever, but that wasn’t true, in fact he was starting to get.