He kept going, sucking at her cunt like there was no tomorrow, trained to drink every last drop of cream, driving her to another orgasm while she came...down from the last. And another. And another, and so on until, exhausted, the flushed guidance counsellor pushed his face out of her pussy and fell back on the couch."His dick's pretty good too, you know." Said a voice from the doorway. Standing there, arms crossed, was Karen Smythe with a bemused look on her face. "I'm Jared's mom, and I believe. When he had licked me to my firstorgasm, I held him there and told him, " You make a good lesbiandearie." His reply was muffled and impossible to understand. I forcedhim to lick me to two more orgasms before I let him get up and crawlinto bed beside me. I turned out the lights and lay there fondling histitties. He was actually loving my doing that and slightly moaning.His nipples were very sensitive and of course I already knew that. Icasually asked him, "Do you miss being a man sweetie?" . She grabbed my buttock and established a quicker pace.We were humping and thrashing powerfully on the bed. In and out. Up and down.Her hips ground into the mattress. She came again. Her body arched and her hips urged me on. I quickened and deepened my strokes until I too climaxed.I moved off her as our breathing returned to normal.My hands stroked and caressed her breasts, stomach and belly, sides and upper legs.Within seconds, she was snoring. Long day I guess.I laid back on the pillow and I. ’ He clapped me on the shoulder. ‘Becky. Told me about your going to dancing lessons, and that your worried that I would be iffy about her going with you. No, mate. No trouble. Get her out a bit more. It’ll be good for her.’ I did get the idea that it could be good for him as well. We discussed what evenings would be best. Tom had gone back to his workshop by then, and it did strike me oddly that Becky didn’t want to go to the classes nearest to her. They were only three miles away and I.