"What if she tells someone?" I kept thinking to myself.It was a Sunday so my mother was out with her friends, I was having a late breakfast when she c...me down. Her top's buttons are in the wrong holes, it was my fault, I tried to put her clothes back on after taking advantage of her.We silently ate breakfast, after a while she looked at me and smiled. "Can I ask you something?"I tried to play it cool. "Go ahead." What we did last night, was it sex?" This made me choke on the crispy edge of the. I wrapped the clean pair around my cock, with the crotch against the head, and secured them by sliding the cock ring down the base. By now I was throbbing and dripping, and hadn't even touched myself yet. Now, it's on to the best part (or so I thought). I laid down on the floor and took her dirty panties and put them over my head, with the crotch up against my nose and inhaled her wonderful scent. My cock throbbed harder and leaked some more, leaving a wet spot in the center of her clean. "Miss Sharpe's prose is of the highest quality, and I envy the publisher who is graced by her work."He turned to Zinnia. "Miss Teazle is well known for her diligence in placing her friend's work before the public. Welcome ladies, and how can I be of assistance?"Before Zinnia, who was the best equipped of the three of us to explain the reason for our visit, a comely young woman entered the room bearing a tray with a jug of some cordial concoction, and a plate of delicious looking Dundee cake.. At sixty-four, Christina Ferrare was four years older, but no less beautiful than the lady whose pussy I’d enjoyed a few nights earlier. Whether or not I’d have the same good fortune with the celebrated former super model I didn’t know for sure when I entered the singles bar lounge to see if I could score with someone my own age. It was just past ten when I was perusing the singles scene looking for some hot young pussy. So, with plenty of babes to choose from, I looked towards the bar and an.