The black skirt she was wearing today stretched to snugly fit around her thick butt. Greg's eyes wandered from Ms. Sin's lesson to her smooth, muscled...legs. She hopped back on her desk, facing the classroom, and crossed her legs. Greg's eyes struggled to see beyond the valley of thigh flesh into her skirt. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over at Andy. "I never even knew we had a gland there, G. This stuff is sick. Why were you late anyway?" Greg looked back over at Ms. Sin and saw that. " Yeah right Charlie... like all those gentlemen we saw in the infield at Talladega," Rose countered in a tough Chicago accent, evoking the memory of the weekend just a month ago when she, mom and I had spent an afternoon watching a car race among a couple of hundred thousand drunken race car fans. It had been Rosie's suggestion to go of course, her desire to imbue herself in 'Southern Culture' as she mockingly described it so that her paintings would reflect the 'redneck milieu' she now found. " I began doing the same thing back since we were both fantasizing the same thing. "Oh yes Cheryl. Yes. Ohhhh. You're so tight Cheryl." Mom opened her eyes and smiled right at me. I think she liked that I used her name instead of mom.She wanted me to get on top of her. When I straddled her cowboy style, I stroked my cock in front of her. She pulled my hand away, grabbing my cock, a ferociously began whacking away. "Cum on mommy's tits baby, Cum on mommy's tits.Her strokes were intensifying.. I've seen how he looks at her, watching her walk away and admiring her looks. He is not the type to try anything, he knows that she is taken and while he can look, he knows he can't touch. But I also know that given the chance, he would be all over her like a dog on a bone!So with everything set, I went to work the next day planning to invite Tony over for dinner. As I suspected, he was all in and asked if there was anything he could bring over. I told him we would be grilling some rib eyes, so.