He didn’t speak much English but he was a hard worker and would often clean the area around the pool until everything shone with the gleam of newnes....She had considered bending over for the pool-boy more than once because he looked so lean and hungry with his shirt off. It had been a long time since she had been fucked properly by an actual human hump partner but her escapade with Harry and Harry Jr. the night before was fresh in her mind and she wondered if she was completely out of her mind. "I must know before I go next week, if you accept then you will have three days together." Let me think about it, I'll tell you before you leave."After they ate they separated and went about the tasks they were doing previously. John now had had the seed planted in his mind and for the rest of the working day he tried to think of his mother and him having sex. Would she just lie back and let him pound his meat into her or be an eager partner. Then he thought that his mother would never have sex. I’m Mike.”The crazy lady gazed up into Mike’s eyes.“Well, Vince or Mike or whatever your name is. You taste really nice. Am I sucking you good?”Mike could only manage a groan of approval now.“I’ll take that as a yes,” she softly giggled, sucking him harder and deeper.As she swallowed the last few drops of Mike’s explosion, she smiled up at him.“Hi, Mike, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Emily.” The tinge of crazy had left her voice now.“Nice to meet you, too, Emily. Your Vince must be an idiot, to. I had completed my final exam and was allowed to leave the class. My friend Frank Simmons was with me as we drove from school to the bar. (Oh, to be 22 again.)We went in and sat down and ordered a pitcher of drafts. We ordered a large garbage (that is what we called it) pizza. It was an eighteen inch Chicago style pizza with everything but anchovies. After the pizza was gone, we ordered another pitcher and Frank noticed two ladies in a booth by themselves. He told me he knew one of the ladies.