A lot like Lauren Bacal’s, when she was young! I ask her where we left off on the computer! It doesn’t matter…She’s still horny! (*Thank you... God*) Henry, my penis, is becoming erect at the thought of her orgasm. And the thought that my words (combined with her own fingers, of course) might be getting her off, makes my erection just THAT much harder! We start talking about ‘magic penises,’ and,*Oh, no!* She just laughed at my silly comment, then starts laffing at my dumb joke and tells me to. Is that detailed enough?” she asked angrily.Rather than answer, Matt looked at Susie who looked stunned. “Susie, is there anything you’d like to tell your mother?” he asked, instantly getting a “deer in the headlights” look from her.“N ... no,” she replied, stuttering nervously.Aimee started to say something but Matt held his hand up to stop her, and continued looking at Susie.“What?” Susie asked defensively.“Perhaps you should tell her the same thing you told Lydia in the kitchen the other. As soon as I could tell she was more engrossed in the fucking than trying to see who was doing the fucking, I let her hair go. I slid my hand down and pushed my thumb deep into her slick asshole. Her head snapped back up and she came again. This time her knees really did start to buckle. As she dropped my cock slid out of her used hole with a nice plopping sound and she landed on her knees. I quickly opened the stall door so it sounded like I left, but I held it open and just stood there. She. She could smell his musky aftershave, and a hint of something on his breath. “You've been drinking too!” she exclaimed. “You stink of beer, and you're having a go at me?”His grip tightened around her wrist. His brown eyes locked with her green ones. He seemed even closer now. She could see droplets of sweat in his beard. “I'm allowed to do what I want because I am an adult. You, are not.”“Why? At least I'm going out and getting drunk with my friends, instead of sat at home like a sad old.