To make matters worse I got a seat in the last row of the plane.When I go out in public I usually don a blonde wig to conceal my brown hair and I wear...dark sun glasses to hide my face. I even go through the trouble of hiding my figure. My sister thinks I'm nuts for trying to hide my 36DD breasts and my voluptuous ass in baggy clothes, but I hate the attention that I get when I'm recognized. Anyway I settled down in my aisle seat, pulled out my iPod and my magazine and tried to tune out. His cock was beginning to soften, and a long thread of cum was hanging from the tip. “Sorry Mom,” he said. “I guess I just kind of exploded.” “Oh!” Madeline said again, and then she turned and left the kitchen, walking quickly and holding her cum-laden hand away from her body. Still grinning, Gerald watched his mother as she went down the hall, her bottom wiggling as she went, the movement emphasized by the splotchy puddle of jism on the back of her skirt. Then he tucked his cock into his. You’re not chicken are you? You’re in good shape, were always miles quicker than me and if you feel out of touch, then it may be no more than making us equal. Winner chooses the post-swim venue, loser buys the first round. Four lengths freestyle. If you say ‘no’ again, I may go straight home for a mug of hot chocolate and leave you regretting having turned down the race and the date. I looked into Em’s face, perhaps in a way I’d never done before. How does that work? Someone you knew so well a. . You had probably thought me more prudish than that, but you rose to the task wonderfully and now I goad you almost as often as I think I can get away with it. You sit on the bed, telling me to come to you. I straddle you eagerly, smiling, even though you're fully clothed. "Turn around..." You muttered, eyes sweeping my form. "And wipe that grin off your face, before I do..." You pat me on the cheek, a little harder than we both know is needed, but I turn, and stop smiling, well almost. Your.