’ Carlene called several artists who had recorded songs written by Phil. All had glowing comments. The King himself called back the next day—they ...ere friends and had toured together—to ice the cake. ‘Carlene, Phil is one of my favorite people in the world. He’s almost like a son to me. He’s a straight shooter and an astounding musician in his own right. If he ever decides to quit his day job he could be a star in our business. You’ll enjoy working with him and I know he’s a huge fan of yours.’. This brought mom over the edge as she begancumming, “Ugggghhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!”, shescreamed out into my shoulder as she had buried her face back into it. Mom wasreally humping my dick at this point and I felt a build of warm liquid insideher pussy as it forced its way around my dick and began splashing against mypelvis and down my legs. I had all but stopped fucking her as she came on dick. Finally mom relaxed inmy arms and held herself tight against me, her. The strangeness of the situation had given me a pretty good hard-on, and I was confident that I'd be able to perform well. Finding the small woman on the very big bed in the dark proved more awkward than I'd thought - I'd become a little turned-around while getting out of my trousers. Eventually, I found her, and placed my hand on her small, rounded rump. I heard a sharp intake of breath, but she made no move. I lifted the hem of her garment, and raised it to the waist. Underneath, she was. I could feel his dick getting harder and harder as daddy found the buttons on my jeans. One by one he unbutton my jeans, slipping his big hand inside, he felt the eagerness of my body come alive. “I didn’t have time to finished what I started this morning, but I sure intent to finish it now.” Dad said as he pushed me back onto the couch. I watched as daddy removed my jeans and plagued his finger deep inside me. While giving me one of the best finger fucked known to man or woman, I laid there.