Mom rubbed her hand in my hair. "Whaddaya say, Jeremy? It won't be that bad. We can take a break if it gets too uncomfortable or your legs fall asleep..."My mouth was as dry as the west Texas wind when I finally agreed. "Sure. We'll be fine. It's not like you're Mrs. Wilson." Mrs. Wilson was our 250 lb VERY friendly neighbor. She'd tried to sit on my lap on the front porch, once. It was a disaster of epic proportions, worthy of its own tale. But not right now.Aunt Marie giggled. "Hardly. I don't. After having her friend Jeremy’s thick cock back there, Mr. Terrance’s member wasn’t all that much of a deal. But Bob Terrance seemed to be enjoying it as he closed his eyes in pleasure as that tight orifice clamped down on his dick. Isabel was getting turned on herself as she watched her girlfriend getting fucked. She reached out and grabbed Torrie’s nipples, pinching them hard enough to cause the pink haired slut to groan into Mrs. Terrance’s well-ravaged snatch. She pulled harder on the. I didn't know if my boss would approve, of course. Vera told meshe would take care of that.That afternoon Vera appeared in the office and asked to be received by myboss. Technically, my boss was her superior, but I couldn't get rid ofthe feeling that it was Vera who was calling the shots. She entered heroffice and closed the door behind her. I couldn't hear what they werediscussing. They were not arguing, but I realized the conversation wasn'tfriendly either. As the door opened, Vera left with. Do you think we could stay in touch... if you want to of course." She quickly uttered the last few words."Yes, Sam," I smiled, "I want to." Sam," I said querying, "If you do not have to rush off..."She looked at me intently."Well, I thought..." What?" she asked gently."Well, if you like... We could go to my room for a while?" Oh, er, okay, yes, I would like that." she replied. I guided her up the stairs and along the corridor.When I opened the door she stepped inside and said, "It's a nice.