Questions flashed into my head in no specific order like, who lives in such an expensive bedroom, where is the matching thong for this bra, how did I ...et here, where are the other girls I was with last night.The shower was behind the door to my right so I went to the door to the left. Bingo, across the sofa was my little black dress, my shoulder bag and my shoes sat on the floor. Still no panties. My dress is made of some magic fabric because I gave it a shake, slipped it over my head, zipped. I stepped out of them, and stood in front of her with nothing more than a pair of underwear on and a t-shirt.She pulled up my shirt. I pulled it the rest of the way and dropped it on the floor.I will openly admit that, while I've had a lot of sex in my life, I was nervous. I'm in pretty good shape with a little bit of extra weight on me, but very physically active. I'd just never done something like this at random even with a friend, in almost fifteen years of marriage.It didn't seem to bother. I move my hips in any direction I can to try to help the knot wedge in, gaining access on one side and then the other, the top and the bottom. Until, finally, with relief and satisfaction of effort, the knot pops inside. And we both stop for a moment. Recover our focus, reposition to again drive for the finish which isn’t much longer.I feel his legs holding me relax, then he shifts slightly, grabs me firmly again and drives hard and fast. The knot now moving inside me and his cock also several. Witnessing his copious orgasmic display was something she came to relish and of course it was their special secret. But Lois Griffin had needs, too. Those needs weren’t always oral in nature and that was the case today. She knew her son so well that she knew he would “pop” in just a matter of minutes so she decided to let him shoot the “first load” and get that out of his system so she could ride his “hog” for round two. Chris would last longer the second time around which would allow Lois.