.." he gasped, arching hisback as he tossed his head up. He felt himself pumping his own tiny loadinto the pillow, dribbling all over it like syrup ov...r a stack ofpancakes, spilling down and probably soaking into the couch again. At thesame time, he pushed his rump backwards onto the toy, hilting himself onthe dildo that had gotten him off.Falling forward, he flopped against the couch, sweaty and spent. "A-andthat?s my review!" he puffed and huffed, looking back up at Mommy Flavia,who grinned. What he wanted was some fun and maybe a little release. I was happy to give him just that. I started by texting him sending him pictures of myself and of my sweet little pussy. It really turned him on. He wanted me to call him so he could hear my voice. Talking dirty over the phone just made him want me even more. He listened as I rubbed my little clit with my finger. When I began to moan out loud, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to have me there so I could show him what I could do. I. All three of them walked me safely out to my car as usual that morning and Lou mentioned that he had a request for me to do a bachelor party at one of his friend’s bars. He said that if I was interested, to let him know. He said that it required someone comfortable working a fetish type party. I told him that I would give it some thought and then he leaned down to whisper that I could keep the entire fee from the party if I followed him home and spent the day with him that afternoon, since. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his abs, and when he turned his back I couldn’t help admiring his trim bum in his jeans. Not only that, but I noticed that he kept glancing up at me as I sat at the table sipping my cider. Maybe it was the effect of the cider, or maybe I was just feeling horny, but I wondered just how closely he was looking at me. It might give him a little treat if I let him see that I was going commando. I casually pulled my skirt a little further up my legs,.