This was a battle I was more than willing to lose so I surrenders gracefully as she impaled herself on my hard dick. There was even more feeling this ...ime than I remembered from before. She rode me hard and I cooperated as much as I could until it got to the short strokes. Again when my climax was done she rolled over and clutched her legs together while elevating her middle. Again it felt like someone or something was cleaning me up as the remains of our joining vanished. With one last. Soon she had another convulsing orgasm. I sat back and let her mount on me like a horse. Her tits completely buried my face. I slowly entered her she went down on my cock, her tits slowly going down my face. I saw her close her eyes and I passionately stroked her hair and asked if she liked it. She replied yes with a soft moan. I placed one hand under her butt and the other on her back and started moving her up and down. She wrapped her hands around my back, rested her head on my shoulders and. ...quick!” He must have realised how close a I was to coming and I pulled out just in time. I had only recently started producing anything at climax but this was amazing. It was like a fountain as jet after jet of watery sperm shot over Mrs Miller’s hairy mound. Tommy’s hand was a blur on his shaft and he was squeezing his mother’s left tit hard as he unloaded over her belly, tits and chin. He even managed to get a final spurt into his drunken mother’s open mouth. He was gasping, “Take it you. I’m sure he doesn’t like being told no.”“Let’s hope that’s all it is, but it might be problematic if it isn’t.”“I’ll see you first thing tomorrow,” Phil said. “I’ll bring a bottle of scotch malt for your trouble.”“Mathew Tate.”“Mathew, it’s me, Phil.” He took a moment to catch his breath before continuing. “Sorry I couldn’t answer right away. I sort of had my hands full.”“Geez, I hope you’re not working the parks again. I don’t know who you pissed off, but things are boiling. They scheduled an.