Just hoping she doesn’t decide that lung cancer is less risky than obesity.“What’d they say?”“Nothing solid yet,” I sighed. “Deena’s t...ere with ‘im. I came back to get stuff. We’ll take turns...”Mom beat me to it. “Deena can’t drive. You just tell me when we need to shuttle ‘er...”“Might do that, Mom. You’re on my list...”“Good. That’s what family’s for, baby. You just tell me what you need.”I hugged her. “Mom, you’ve been giving me what I need all my life.”Saying things like that to your mom. (Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.) The fitness test would be the last step before I would be accepted into the sex training academy. We were issued exercise clothes. I was given running shoes, shorts, and t-shirt with the logo of the academy on it. The instructor was a slim blond named Jackie with long hair and a nice tan. Her assistant was Liz, a slim brunette with long hair and a prefect hour glass figure. They were both wearing tight shorts and tight shirts with their midriff. SLAP!! A stinging blow came down upon my face!“Do you need a repeat lesson?” she asked. ”No mamm,” I replied and shook my head. I tried to relax as one of her lubed fingers began to probe my puckered ass ring.I let out an involuntary groan as her finger found it’s mark and slid all the way in. ”Oh yeah, I knew you would like that,” she purred as she slowly began to work her finger around and around, making circles inside my rectum. She then changed tactics and slowly withdrew the finger until. This time, Donna slumped backwards and as she did so, his huge cock fell out of her pussy, I could see a thick stream of Simon's spunk ooze out, sliding, white and sticky, down her slit, and she gently, he massaged it into the folds of her pussy. She smiled again, then rolled off and waved me over, taking my hard as steel 6 incher down her throat, sucking it hard as she lowered her head downwards until her lips were full of my cock. Donna's lips felt soft as they reached my balls and bottom of.