You two have fun." "Wait one second, son. Sit down. Did you ever put those applications in to try and get a job?" "Well...I was...No...not yet. I'm ...oing to." "Uh huh. That's what I thought. Well, funny thing. I've been discovering that a lot of these guys are very...bi curious. They like me to include fantasy talk involving other men." "Okay...well what does that have to do with me mom? You guys do your dirty bi talk and I'm going to go into my room." She took off her coat, revealing the. She then turned around and they pleasured each other with their hands and mouths. After what seemed like an eternity of extacy, the stranger positioned Amy on all fours. He then took her from behind, shoving his rock-hard cock into her tight, juicy pussy. Amy soon found out that the stranger definitely could move as well in bed as he did on the dance floor. They had a night of unbridled passion. They worked themselves up so much that once they climaxed in unison it wasn't long that Amy fell. " she said doubtfully. "Well, what's the rush?" I said. Mom sighed. I had gone over to her apartment and we were sitting having coffee that morning. "That's just it," she replied. "He's the one who seems to be in a rush." "Just tell him that you want to think about it," I said, logically. "That's the thing," she confessed. "I Have told him that. That's what I've been telling him for the last six months, that I don't want to rush into anything." "And he's giving you a hard time about it? She. Slut. Little tiny slut laboring under his cock that split her open and then went to her mouth so she could taste herself before being used again and again… She sweat for him. Came for him. Cried out for him and fucked for him, broken in and down and made whole again by the cyclone force of his sex. She became a little red supernova for him as she tried as best her tiny pink heart could to make him as happy as he made her, catering to his mature woman fantasies and using all of her sexual.