“I was heading up to the room to change. I’m down here by myself for a week. Any interest in having dinner one night?”“Ah ... well Jerry and I...were planning on going to the Flamingo tonight, ... but what about tomorrow night?” my mother said, looking to me for approval.I shrugged. Who was I to deny my mother the pleasure of going to dinner with her sexy, gorgeous, and incredibly well built friend.“We’ll meet you in the lobby at six tomorrow night. I’ll set up the reservations,” my mother. Where to begin?He mused tantalisingly. The young men shifted impatiently. All bar Romian, Luther and Iverson himself had rarely met let alone experienced the wonders of women!They all wanted to know what it was like! As highly hormonal teenagers they had left their homesteads and settlements in search of adventure, new lives of their own and most of all, women!After what seemed an age Iverson continued.- It will be 10 years this year that I first got intimate with a woman. And a woman she. Molly moaned, a deeply erotic sound, clenching her teeth as the pleasure grew. "Fuck me harder!" she half demanded half pleaded of him and started moaning faster and higher as he pounded her pussy feverishly. "I'm almost there!" she called out between moans, her body burning hotter and hotter with each passing second. "Aah fuck!" she moaned as her twin brother continued relentlessly penetrating both her holes. "I'm gonna cum!" she whimpered in a whirl of sexual pleasure. "AAh, fuck I'm gonna. She was wearing a sports bra and track shorts. I can see the lines in her stomach, not a six pack but those sexy curves women get sometimes. She was sizing me up to. I am 6'2''. Mixed white and Mediterranean. Green eyes. Thin but athletic build. Not much to look at but I suppose I cold be worse off. She is a sprinter, I am a distance runner. We sit in silence a few more minutes.She finally breaks. "I can't wait anymore, fuck it." She says. She undoes her seat belt and dives over the center.