The rock hard state of my cock made it impossible to say otherwise. "I guess so," I replied, "I didn't know it would, but damn, feeling your pee on me...is certainly a turn on." I watched as the last few drops off her pee dripped from her beautiful little pussy lips. I reached for her pussy and wiped her clean with my hand. "Gross, you ass, what are you doing!" she shouted at me. "just giving you a wipe!" I answered. And then I took the hand with her piss on it and began to stroke my throbbing. She smiled slightly, pushed the door closed, walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. Without a word, she leaned over, took me in her mouth and started going down on me. I was wrong about how long it would take; I spurted in much less than a minute. Mom sat back up, grinning. "There now, better?" Oh yeah!" I eyed the clock, then looked at her, Mom shook her head and laughed."Is there ever enough time?" she said. She leaned down, kissed me lightly. "Never, not really." I cupped one of her. ”“Hi, Danny. How are you doing?”Danny exhaled loudly and then said, “F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, ‘there are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.’ I’m one of those busy and tired.”She laughed and said, “I’ve noticed that you haven’t had much time to stop by.”“I know. I miss talking with you.”“That’s a very nice thing for you to say. I miss our conversations, too.”Danny cocked his head and said, “Don’t take this wrong, but I thought that talking with students was kind of a. ”“Are you ... ummm ... sure?”I smiled.“As much as I’ve worked with him over the past several months, I’d put him up against your lesbian bitches any day.”Her face split into a big grin.“That’s a bold statement, girl.”“Give him a try then ... and tell me if I’m wrong.”She rose and athletically jumped up onto the bed and placed her legs on each side of my husband’s body. The look of fear in his eyes was amusing, to say the least. I was the first woman that he had gone down on when we met in.