He had helped her, sure, but she could have done without his preachy remarks about spare tubes and compact cranks. Oh, what the hell. ‘Mallory, Mall...ry Greenfeld.’ ‘Hmm…Is that Irish?’ ‘Very funny.’ ‘How’s this for funny? I’m also Jewish.’ ‘Yeah, like I’m Irish.’ ‘No, really. My mom’s name is Levy. Dad didn’t convert but I was raised Jewish. Hebrew school. Bar mitzvah. The whole megillah.’ ‘You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?’ ‘Maybe. Anyway, Mallory Greenfeld, we now have three spare tubes. .....trying not to get an erection. I would sometimes walk over to her where she was drawing on the floor to make suggestions and comments on her work. My dick was at the level of her face and I was sure that she could smell my manhood. She was quite shy and I posed some more. This went on for sometime when, on my next walk over to see her drawings, she asked if she could touch me. I said yes. . She tentatively touched the tip of my rod and it began to get larger and she seemed. “No leave them on,” I said as I pulled my shorts down revealing my hard cock. I moved her panties to the side as she leaned up against the wall sticking her ass out at me, and drove right into her. We both let out a loud grunt but quickly got ourselves under control so no one would hear us. It felt different fucking her with clothes on, but very satisfying nonetheless as I held her hips and thrust into her.“Harder, harder! Fuck me Randy! Oh god don’t stop fucking me!”“Fuck yeah keep talking. Another orgasmic surge erupted, splattering him from nose to chin. Beth thrust hard and deep, grinding her moist loins against his ass. The anal stimulation fired another powerful surge of cum, arching through the air to lather her son’s cheeks. He blinked, the salty sting of cum splattered across his left eye. The next fountain of cum flew true, straight into his open mouth. He grimaced but swallowed it down, his lips open and waiting for the spray that followed, and then another, blast.