A soft moan escaped the brunette when the tip burrowed inside her. Amelia closed the distance between her hips and the brunette's ass. The dildo follo...ed, penetrating further into the brunette's wet folds until fleshes were connected and every black inch disappeared between those scarlet lips. The brunette groaned at the discomfort of forceful invasion. A invigorating sound to Karissa as her fingers delved into her pussy.Amelia retreated, pulling every thick inch out of her pussy. Once it was. You could have just accepted the gift graciously.”“How could I have?” Professor Evans blustered.The woman shrugged. “Well,” she said. “I can at least put your mind at ease.”Could she? He wasn’t sure, but it sounded good.“Everything that has happened, has happened, to you. The others… Sometimes there’s residual overspill, but I wouldn’t worry about that.”“Residual what?”“Overspill. But it’s only a minor issue. It’s being worked on as we speak.”Professor Evans just shook his head.“The point is,”. Maggie gripped her coffee mug and slurped at the contents, her hooded eyes watching both of us.Nickie let out a low groan as I deliberately began to slowly pull down the zip over my bulge. Her eyes were wide with interest and her tongue made fluttering trips around the entire circuit of her lips. Little by little the zip descended and my cock, still inside my boxers, pushed it's curious way towards the light."You want to help me here Nickie?" I asked, thrilling at the sharp intake of breath. I figured he would move his hand down and I didn’t say anything. I felt the springy nipple tingle as his hand kept brushing up to my breasts and he said, “You feel good mom.” My breathing became audible and I was surprised to hear myself say, “Oh…thank you honey.” It was a strange conversation for a son to be having with his mother but as long as we talked he was fondling me. I waited a few second and said all flustered. “Oh honey …I have so many errands to run…if I don’t get started…” I got up.