She lay down again and we rolled over to 'man on top'. Now, in the mirrors, the audience's focus was entirely on the thrusting of my ass, but I didn't...care.Tracey seemed to know the exact moment when my juices were in danger of spilling out of control. She stopped and gave me the shortest of breaks while she rose and set herself on all fours on the revolving turntable. She stretched her ass high in the air in preparation for a display of 'doggy position'. My role was clear. After three turns of. President Thomas had died of a massive cerebral hemorrhage. The artery was paper thin from a genetic defect, they theorized. He had been a walking time bomb his whole life. The official cause of death was Natural Causes.I was sure that would not hush the conspiracy pundits who started talking about how he died last night.The official phone calls started this morning - the first was the prime minister of England. First there was sympathy and then congratulations. Then the discussion covered all. I leaned forward to get a better view of her full round thighs and her sexy ass. She took an awfully long time picking up the various parts of the paper, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the full length on the closet door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief moment I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, she was watching my reaction.I was bowled over! Now all those little. Jason was admiring my talents and was recording everything for posterity.“Fucking hell, mate,” he exclaimed.“I know,” said Paul. “This is fucking brilliant.” I looked over my shoulder at the stockier of the two lads and gave him my sexiest smile. “Mrs. Smith, you’re the fucking best,” he exclaimed, his features expressing his delight. I gave him a squeeze and watched his expression change. “Jesus, Jase, she’s squeezing my cock with her cunt. God…Jesus, it’s so fucking tight.” “Come on, man,.