I was tipsy. He wasn’t drinking but I needed to, there was no way I could ender what I was doing to myself by being here. Without being smashed. I l...ved him. I wanted him. But he was bad for me. He sang along to the oases lyric playing on the stereo behind him, we sat on his bed my legs over him. “How many times have you been in love?” I asked him, when the song ended. The room spinning. I wore black slit jeans and a low cut top with a crop top underneath. My red and black hair was in a messy. Her ex-boyfriends must have been short because I didn't consider myself well endowed. Very turned on, with a full erection I am just over seven inches (eighteen centimetres) and medium width. We sometimes had sex twice before going to sleep and when we had privacy, and enough time for me to get hard again, we went for a long third time! If her moans, screams, and orgasms were any indications, she was sexually satisfied.Eventually, I bought a vibrator. I chose a white model about the same size. With about half a mile I was in 4th. I push hard at the end and finished 3rd. I found out later I was 1st in my age group.Mom ran the women's 5K run and was 2nd in her age group but bested her PR (personal record) by 13 seconds. We were both very happy with our results. On the drive back home I asked, "So Mom, what was that "kiss for luck" all about?"She laughed then said, "You were so stressed about starting too fast that I thought I'd try something to take your mind off the race. Did it. “Ooooo baby! Do my shit hole! God! It’s so soft in my ass! Lick it! Lick it!” Suddenly she screamed when three then four of his fingers jerked into her tiny cunt. “Aaaaaaahhhh! Aaaaahhh! Fucking fist me! Yes! Yes! Just like that! God!” His hand wiggled fingers inside that tiny cave of flesh and then he got his thumb inside and clenched his fist. At first his penetration was slow as he stretched her hole and then he banged deep into her sending his little black trick into orbit. She.