Sweat drops formed on John’s brow and slid down his face. I leaned forward as though to watch John minister to my toes, letting my camisole drape fo...ward and my breasts dangle before him. John’s efforts at conversation had diminished to monosyllables and his face flushed red and redder. When John finally finished my second foot, he carefully arose, taking the pan of water, now cold, and emptying it before coming back and sitting back down on his stool before me. He brought with him a bowl. Through the masculine hierachy of the golf world into the National Olympic Organisation and so on. Well, nothing would have prepared me to what happened next. After an initial introduction that went very well indeed, I was lead by the club secretary into the members' bar. It was still empty because of the time of day and week. We sat down at a little corner table. When the barman came to our table she asked me what I would drink and I asked for a coffee. With that said she left me to go with. ”Mom looked down “Oh my.” Taking her time to cover up she smiled at my friends, “You boys must have seen breasts before?”Bobby started to shake his head no when Richie kicked him in the leg under the table.“Richie grinned at my mom, “Of course Mrs. Thompson. I see my mother’s all the time. Yours are very nice too.”“Bobby finally caught on. “Oh yeah, I think so too.”Mom held her robe a little tighter around her but the damage was already done. My friends had seen my mother’s tits.“You really. You almost took it all.Then he started fucking me. He was slow. He would press in to the bottom and pull all the way out to the head. It felt like my ass was trying to keep his head in. He worked my ass back and forth and it felt great and I worked the cock in my mouth. As he fucked me it felt so good and I started to work both cocks and moan some. I could also feel some precum leaking out of my dick.It wasn’t long before the black dick in my mouth exploded and gave me another sweet load of.