I suggested we head back to my hotel as I could put the meal on expenses and let work pay, then I would drop him back with his box of goodies from his...mum. He thanked me again for the offer and off we went.Soon after we were sat down and with beer in hand I quickly took a picture of him and we sent it to Vivienne with a short note of explanation. She replied saying that I had been too kind to her already and now to Finlay too. Finlay caught sight of her reply and asked what she meant. I. " It does, it does." One thing for you to keep in mind, Sara hates macho guys. Hatesthem, hates them, hates them. I've seen her turn hostile in ananosecond when one of them has approached her in a bar. Oh yeah,real hostile. You're probably the only jock she's ever been with." I met an old boyfriend of hers once, a snotty little painter, Welshkid I think." Derek." That's him, he looked like some anemic little art school kid." So is Sara. Well not the anemia part. She's an art school kid. Sheand. Then for some salt in the wound, I learned that my wife was fucking my boss for some time so I got fired during the divorce. So I had to move back in with mom, with nothing to my name. Mom is one of these pure Texas women, beautiful blonde hair, nice figure, petite, and tells it like she sees it. Mom is very upscale and classy out in public but at home she is very laid back. She has always been sexual, jokes, not worried about me seeing her naked, flirty. Mom has been divorced again for a few. Sudden uncontrolled spasms erupt throughout her body causing her hips to thrust me off. Sam is panting still against the window. I’m sprawled on the floor.With a flushed face and breasts Sam demands, “Fuck me. Now.” As she turns facing the window she pushes her bum up, wiggling it provocatively. With a hand on my dick, the other on her hip, I easily locate her pussy. As my knob lodges into her tight pussy she clamps the love tunnel hard, preventing access. “When I say……Take my pussy with as.