He stood there looking at me. Finally he said, "I want the money for your friend's room. They checked out and said you were paying."I was befuddled. "...hat friends?" I asked. "I don't have any friends. I just got off the bus – I don't know anyone here."A crafty smile played over his lips for a second. Little did I know it, but I had just confirmed his suspicions – a runaway 18 year old punk on his own. He reached out and began pulling the sheet off of me. I tried to pull it back but he yanked it. I strained to get the flow started, but mom was too quick for me. She moved fast when she wanted, and before I knew what hit me she was rubbing my cock head against her juicy, well licked cunt. Nature did not intend over sexed teen studs to ignore any contact with any pussy without responding, and so I did. I was so screwed, and she knew it. She freed me from the manacles holding me down to the bed, but was careful not to let me get the upper hand while she opened and reshut the cuffs. For the first time in her life, she had discovered that it was a pleasurable experience and a wonderful way of expressing love. She gave her heart every time and was rewarded with his gratitude, consideration and love. Mary had found an outlet for pent up frustration, although she had no idea what it was she had missed until Michael turned up. Now, she positively anticipated his homecoming or the next chance they had to couple and mate.There had to be more though. They had tried so many. This had gone so fast. The most I had got myself into before was sucking two men off at once and ending up with two mouthfuls of cum. What I had just taken part in went way past that and more. But I found myself wanting more. I felt like a slut in heat and wanted to be used. I had never, in my 48 years experienced such a shattering orgasm. The recent taste of his cum in my mouth, the feel of the man's cum dribbling over my bottom, the streamers of cum dripping down my face, the feel of licking.