" The tone confirmed that we were going to have an interesting few minutes.I figured they were going to attempt a brush-off -- a stupid tactic, given ...hat we were offering -- but Dean Atkinson wandered out of his office momentarily and shook our hands, waving us into his office. I whipped out my scanner and swept the office under cover of checking my email, then cued the AI to trigger the damping field from the drone tracking us from above as we settled into chairs. This wasn't the standard. ” My hands touch his feet, he pulls me up and guides my mouth to his hard prick and silently I start to suck him, going deep as I can without urging afraid he too will hit me. He doesn’t want to cum in my mouth he tells me, “I want to screw you sweet hot pussy, I want to feel your tight fuck hole around my cock, I want to see you ride my dick.” He stands and turns around pulling me with him before he sits back down tugging me back into him facing away from him, separating my knees around his. At this point I knew this mother-son relationship was going to be much closer than I ever could have imagined. My throbbing boner sensed it also. I went to her right leg and pursued the same movements gently gliding my hands up to her top and inner thigh. Going further than ever before, the palms of my hand on her inner thigh kept rising until the fingers gently drove into her labia. Drops of slippery moisture oozed between her lips. The palm of my right hand continued up her thigh over her hip. Perhaps it was proximity to the university that drew them to Levall? He didn't know.Two hours later, he climbed an exterior staircase over a midtown art studio. His patience had worn thin. The last local architect on his list ran her own firm.A teenage girl stood at the window, typing on her phone. She smiled at him as he entered. The frustration he felt from his wasted morning melted away. She wore a short, pleated blue skirt and a white top, paired with tall platform high heels. When she sat.