The tiny voice could still be heard, twittering like a bird; a mocking bird."Angique? Hello?"The phone rang three times before Angique decided to pick...it up. She hid her swollen eyes behind her black hair, rubbing the tears and the snot from her nose before answering."I'm here." Are you all right, Angique?" What do you think?" I don't know..." Of course you don't." Are you ... are you mad at me?"Silence. Angique arched her back, taking a deep breath."Yes," she said. "Yes, I guess I'm mad.". Her son swallowed again, watching us. His hands clenched and relaxed. I loved his presence as I made his mother squeal.I latched onto her clit and sucked.“Kurtis!” she moaned, her body squirming. The table creaked. “Oh, Kurtis, yes!”My dick ached beneath my robe. I wanted to grab it. Instead, I slid my fingers up her tits to her nipples. I twisted them both. I tweaked her jugs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She shuddered beneath me.I tugged on her nipples. She squeezed her thighs. ‘Mr. Johnson, I believe you are next.’ As the well-endowed male made his way to the front of the room, several of the women (including Jen) let out some good-natured catcalls. He was clad in just a pair of jockey-boxers like those that Marky Mark so popularized. He stood before the class with his ripped hard body and explained that the women he is with always love to discover he is wearing them, which made him feel sexy. ‘Not to mention the way they accentuate that monster shlong of yours!’ Jen. Licked clean they returned back to her pussy, her fingers on both hands working in tandem, getting faster and faster as her orgasm was building.I desperately wanted to taste those juices that were leaking freely from her pussy. My cock was rock hard at the sexual display happening in my car, while my mind was racing at what was going to happen when we got back to my house. Unbeknownst to her we were rapidly arriving at my house; she, however, was just lost in her moment and need for an orgasm.