I had to do this. I had to. Mom lay back on the sofa, hiking her dress up to her waist as she did so and revealing black pantyhose with panties bene...th. She held her arms out for me. "Take me, Peter," she said.Groaning, I fumbled with my pants. Mom sat forward to help and deftly freed my cock. Her hands were coool on my shaft. She opened her mouth and I almost fainted as she took me inside. Soft, moist, hot, her tongue eager but not very talented. It didn't matter. It was Mom! I. “I really think you should wait till I’ve had a shower babe” she protested again as she felt him trying to position himself between her legs. “Can’t you just go get me a drink?” she pleaded halfheartedly, trying to hide her face from the light coming in through the curtains. Sensing there would be no winning she gives in to Sam, shifting so she is laying on her back and lifting her knees up so Sam can get between her legs. He positions himself so he’s lying on his stomach between her legs still. "Well, if I want to complete my graduate degree on schedule, I don't think we should miss any opportunity." By now, although I once again had a powerful erection, my passion was somewhat subdued from having shot my wad five times in the last twelve hours. As I lay Betty on the bed once again, I took about a half-hour exploring her naked beauty from every possible angle. She reciprocated by studying me in the same sunlight. Finally we came together, but with less urgency than before. We. Tobi was the same way.“Damn it, why can’t you just crap in the corner?” Betty barked, arguing with a bull napping on a rubber mat in his stall. “No, that is not a lot to ask for! It’s pretty damn easy to just stand in one spot and do it! What? Of course I did! I was always very neat, but you’ve always been a messy son of a bitch! Really? You’re seriously bringing that up now? We agreed never to talk about that. Don’t you put that on me! You were the one that started the fire! No, it was you! I.