Benny decided to stay there for a little while, and he played with the outside of her asshole and his mother responded by pushing her hips toward his ...inger. This surprised Benny so he asked his mother,"Do you like having you asshole touched?"Without hesitation his mother answered him in a very dreamy voice,"Mmm."'Fair enough', thought Benny and continued to caress his mother's asshole and she continued to moan. Benny brought his right hand down and played with his mother's pussy, and by her. That's how Brad Pitt fits in. Mr. Pitt (OK, Brad, I'm not calling anyone younger than me "Mr.") had written a book on fly fishing in the wake of "A River Runs Through It," and we'd met a couple years before. I got up the nerve to call him and he agreed to fly in on his way to New York for a book-signing event. After we'd finished for the day I suggested stopping at a bar for a few drinks. He demurred, in keeping with his desire not to be mobbed and maintain some semblance of privacy. So we. I think I was a little tipsy from the second glass of wine. I was about to say something, I can’t remember what though, because as I started to speak, I felt her tongue gently lick the length of my ear. I just about yelped as her hand ran up my back and through my hair. I had never been so excited in my life. I was confused, but very hot. She pulled the scrunchy out of my hair as we pulled out of our embrace. She looked at me, and without saying a word, leaned forward, put her hands on either. "I'm in the right place asshole. Someone outside said you're the best cocksucker this shithole has." she said in a firm but sultry tone. My cock twitched again at being called a cocksucker."You heard wrong. I'm the best cocksucker in the city." I said matter-of-factly."Well let's see what this done for you" she said, letting a twelve inch strapon cock flop from under her coat. I stared at it, mezmerized. My stare went from her cock to her patyhose clad legs."You want me to suck on that, lady?".