I started loving her pussy and I started sucking it madly. She started to make sound.Suddenly the bell rang, we quickly adjusted our dress. She went t... open the door. It was her son back from college. He asked me why I am here. I said why I am here and we started chatting, as we were good friends he does not have any doubts. After some time I went back to my apartment.Next day aroun11 she came to our apartment. My mom was bathing. I was watching TV, the very next moment I kissed her. Would you want to show your pussy to everyone?" I asked."Sure. You called it beautiful. You did mean that, didn't you?" Of course I did," I said as I hugged her close.We walked in silence for almost a block and then she said, "Hey, you know what my middle name is? It's Lee. I don't like it but if I can call you Johnny, you can call me Carol Lee." My problem is that Johnny is what my mom calls me. She wants me to be her little man." Oh well. I see." She was quiet for a moment then said,. It’s hard to explain, but there was something in his relaxed, comfortable way of preparing everything and moving that was soothing.Just as he sat down the phone rang. “I bet that’s George from the garage.”He picked up the phone, his eyes looking at me. “Oh hi, George, thanks for calling back. I didn’t leave a message.” He paused, listening, smiling at me.“Oh, you have one of those phones that records the number,” he laughed, “I didn’t think you were so 21st century,” he added, clearly familiar. I held onto her wrist and tried to pull her off, but she was too strong. She finally let go and threw me back onto the bed, laying there naked.“I can see, I guess, what he likes in you. Young, tight, perky. But oh so naive. I can tell in the way you swallow cock, like with the cab driver.”I looked at her, my mouth open, stunned. How did she know?“Oh sweetie, so naive. My husband, do you think you’re the first slut he’s taken here, to wine and dine and fuck like a whore? He loves this hotel and.