The last of the b o y s , apparently excited like a mad man, jumps up on the bed, between my legs, and unleashes his nut all over my belly and pubes. ... looked like I had been hosed down by a horse, lol. Ricky finally lets go of my dick, and falls back onto his back. I sit up and look over at him. “Uh-uh lil dude—you aint done”. He looks at me confused, and I reach over and yank his gym shorts off him. A look of terror once again appears on his face, embarrassed at his still little dick, but as. My mother began to move upward with agonizing slowness. I watched my pussy wet cock slip out of her until only the head was left inside. Then with a groan she slammed back down.“Ahhhhh,” I gasped over my mother’s cry of pleasure. “Yes, fuck me ... fuck me,” I cried without concern that the people in the room next door might hear.“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” my mother hissed as she began to move up and down on my cock. “Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed.I couldn’t hold out very long. Her tight pussy and the. Since she was also hot, she started to move her hand in an up and down motion and we were both very exited by now. I then pulled up her shirt and opened her bra and started to suck on her delicious delicacies (aren’t they). She had increased the movement of her hand and suddenly opened my zip and put her hand inside my jeans and underwear to straight hit my member. I shifted my focus time and again from her breasts to her face, lips, neck and back again to the super delicacies, which I was. In a small auditorium she read a poem to Dr. Y, talked of her books Live or Die and Love Poems and then read ‘That Awful Rowing Toward God.’ From the nods of the people surrounding me I could tell it was good, for me it was simply incredible. Of course she could have been reading from the phone book and I’d have liked it, the way she’d unconsciously toy with the button on her blouse as she read, letting it slip open in the final line of a poem. After the reading I headed out of the auditorium,.