"I looked up at him as he was standing there, towering over me. His cock was dangling dangerously over my head, the head a few inches away from my nos.... My lips were sore and my chin and cheeks were covered in slimy spit mixed with lube. Mark took his cock in one hand and rubbed it over my face. The head smeared the slimy spit all over me. He tapped his cock on my lips for good measure as well. I couldn’t quite see how me being down here and him towering over me would give me power over him,. I wasn’t sure but I realized she didn’t seem to have a bra on that day either. Strange as my mother always wore a bra and girdle, not that she really needed one but this was the early 60s and women of all ages wore girdles.My mother asked why not her and I told her that she was my mother and I didn’t think that was good or proper. She just smiled at that and said that she was only 34 and not over the hill yet. Of course by now with her talking about sex, I was starting to have other ideas and. No self respecting celestial being would be found amongst the inhabitants of this sprawling metropolis. This is a city overrun by gangsters, crooked cops and the assorted criminals and lowlifes that prey on those honest people who are simply struggling and striving to make an honest living."Strip," I said. "What?" she replied angrily. "You think I'm carrying or I'm wired? You don't fuckin' trust me?" "I don't fuckin' trust anybody," I replied, motioning with my forty-five. "That's why I'm. Greg felt so good in there. This was everything a girl needed.The climax blossomed, not skyrockets, but a sudden opening that left her momentarily satisfied. But somehow, after a few seconds, somehow she needed it again.She kissed him, a deep, intimate kiss that joined them completely. She was so open, so wet, and he was so big, stretching her out until she almost burst. He was so hot, burning up her insides. She rode that heat, pressing up against him.Greg began to moan with his thrusts..