They said what they thought a woman needed to hear to get the woman in bed. Once they did, either they weren't good at it or wouldn't do it at all. Th...y thought their dicks could do the work. Most of the time, this wasn't true either. Omari never boasted about his oral prowess. While they talked before actually meeting in person, sex was rarely mentioned. He got to know her well and was a great conversationist. When they did meet in person, he was very soft-spoken when they eventually started. We both reached the point of no return. He couldn't take much more and neither could I. So one night, out of desperation, I went to his bedroom just before he went to sleep and I spent the night fucking him as many times as he could take. I figured that I was his woman in every other way and he had done so much for me over the years that I could do that much for him. If that didn't work, I would lose him and he would lose himself. If it did work, we could fight through it and eventually he. Another takes his place quickly. He drives his cock deep in the initial thrust and I gasp. I instantly remember him. His cock has a unique curl to it that rubs me inside like none of the others. I can feel an orgasm rising as he too pulls out and is replaced by another. They have a system, apparently. The change is quick and barely an interruption. This third is Samuel and his cock fills my pussy completely. It always does. The largest in circumference. My gasps are joined with moans.. It had not lost any of it's hardness. Just before Mrs Wilson had gotten to the window, I casually draped Jaime's jacket over his lap to cover him. I'm sure if this sexy woman had looked close enough though she would have noticed his underwear around his knees. I kept a firm grasp of my Son's cock but I had slowed my stroking. I was ever so delicately teasing just the head now."Hello Mrs Wilson, I'm Jaime's Mother. Jamie has told me all about you." I said.I leaned even further across my Son to.