She began lifting and lowering her pussy on his cock, fucking him slowly, with small jerking rotations of her naked ass. The harshness of his breathin... thrilled her as his hands moved over the springy surfaces of her ass cheeks. With a low, throaty whimper, Peggy began fucking up and down on her son’s cock energetically. She sat up straight, her back to him, shoving her sweater to her neck. She cupped her straining tits, her fingers digging into them as her ass began to whirl, and twist, never. She was dressed in an all black dress but the best part was that she wasn't wearing any panties on this night and had made me clearly aware of it when she placed my hand up under her dress as our bodies began to collide. I could feel the warmth from her pussy without evening touching it. I knew I had to get her back to the hotel and off the dance floor or else I was going to explode. We walked back towards the hotel and finally arrived at the 3rd floor. Once we got back to the room we had a. I had yet to shower, and just as I was heading in that direction, my phone went off again, this time a different playmate, who was also of the opinion that a blow job was owed from Christmas. Who am I to argue, so I told him to give me long enough to shower and I'd come over. Just as I arrived at his house, my favorite playmate messaged me and asked how my night was going, all I had time to reply was, "About to get much better.".....I arrived around 9pm, and we wasted very little time in. ‘Alright, let’s take a look at that,’ said Jen. ‘I’ll use a quote from Romeo and Juliet you’ve probably all heard. ‘A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.’ What does it mean? ‘First, I want to hear from people who haven’t read it, and especially haven’t read a study guide.’ The boy who had started it, raised his hand and Jen nodded. ‘It means it don’t matter what you call it. You call it a truck, it’s still a rose.’ Jen scrunched up her face. ‘Yes, but you wanted to talk about something.