Mrs. Conroy was a widow whose husband had been a police officer killed in the line of duty during a narcotics raid a few years earlier. I sometimes wo...dered why she had never remarried; she was a very attractive woman in her mid-thirties. That was her business, of course, and none of mine. Maybe she just got used to living alone and decided she liked it."Well, good morning, Levi. Looks like your headed for the bike trails. How's your mom?" She's just fine, Mrs. Conroy. Those are pretty. "Mmmm." I grab her head and pull her along my cock.Looking up at me, she flicks her tongue on the underside then along the shaft. Twirling her tongue around the head, she pushes down onto me again."Mmmm."With her hand wrapped around my shaft and her mouth working in sync, she says my precum tastes great. She continues to lavish more attention onto my cock that twitches under her tongue.Her mouth reluctantly releases my cock as she stands up and kisses me passionately. Her hips move towards me. ” he began.“This is Mr. Scott speaking.” I could barely hear Nicole mumble in her best Mr. Scott impersonation, which wasn’t half bad. If I wasn’t feeling empty inside I’m sure I would have given a chuckle.“Now, as many of you know, this council has had its fair share of of disagreements and difficulties in the last few days.” he continued, unaware of Nicole’s interruption. “And as is customary in these sorts of situations, we like to leave it up to the people to decide these sorts of things. Walking down thehallway from the bathroom in his jockeys I noticed they were much too smallfor him and made a mental note to check larger sizes next time I shopped forhim. These cupped his ass and clung so tightly they looked like they'ddisappear up his asshole. That little blond boy asshole that had taken cocklike a slut. And it left little to the imagination with regards to hislittle cock. Wet, they must have been extremely revealing.That weekend was miserable with Justin sulking and me.