However I felt Gillian had control of herself and the situation. “Ian to be fair I did see you going in there from the bus and asked you later where...you were going.” Mum was giving me an out. But Gillian pursued. I had paused. “Well Ian how’d you deal with that then?” She was being at her piteous. “I told her about it Gillian.” As they say in tennis 30:15. Gillian looked at Jean then. Jean just gave a beatific smile and looked at me. 30:30. I was flummoxed. Deuce. I could only respond with, “I. After going down a small list of names we found her profile. It was set to private which was a bummer but my friend sent her a friend request none the less. Asking me what I had in mind, I just smiled and said.."you'll see"A couple of days went by and my friend called me and with excitement in his voice told me that mom excepted his friend request and was talking to her now. I hung up grabbed my car keys and rushed to my car. The drive was only about five minutes away but it seemed it took. As I sat in the chair she took the hint and got on her knees in front of me. She grabbed my cock in one hand and before she could go down on me, I grabbed her hair pulling her head back so she was looking at me and said, "I don't fuck hairy pussies." Then I gave her a soft slap on the face before guiding her mouth to my cock. As I was starting to cum, I pushed her to one side, stood up and shot my load in her hair.When I was done, I told her to get into the bed room. I had her sit on the edge. It felt amazing. I collapsed onto him, resting my head on his chest. ‘That was fucking amazing!’ I said to him as I curled up and rested, catching my breath. My head rose and fell in time with his chest and I curled my fingers through his chest hair. I wrapped my leg around him as I my body melted off of his and I laid beside him resting on his chest for what seemed like hours. He held me in his arms in the silence, the discomfort and slight pain of my freshly abused ass slowly subsided. I.