As though her pussy was a moist velvet glove, I slippedin deeper and deeper in steady thrusts, savoring thecontractions of her muscles against my stee... shaft.On the last thrust my rock-solid member entered her tothe hilt and I began rhythmically moving in and out,seeking maximum penetration on every thrust. “Do you like it whore?” I asked her.She had no opportunity to answer me back because Murphyhad already moved to her head and grabbing her by thehair yanking her head back so that. My cell phone rang, it also showed the name Allison. “Yes Allison?” I asked.“The mayor wants to have a meeting with you at 3PM,” she said.“Assuming nothing comes up, I’ll be there,” I agreed. I broke the connection.Two minutes later the phone rang again. I looked at the screen, then said, “Hello Jim what can I do for you?” I asked.“All of a sudden I have a confidential informant,” he said.“Really, so what’s the tip?” I asked.“A couple of Redneck Militia wannabes are planning a hit on you or. For those few seconds, while physically overcome by her orgasm, she felt beautiful. In what might have been construed as a contortionist’s performance, her back arched quite of its own accord, thrusting her trembling hips up and forward and bending her body in a way she had not known possible. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in an orgasmic wave from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. The relentless pulse of the wand caused her tight, teenage pussy to spasm uncontrollably, gushing out. I smiled, “How could I say no to all of you who fed me so much tasty, salty man batter? As for what I will do the rest of the day, I guess I will use your shower first to wash up, I do not want to wander the halls smelling of cum.”My son laughed, “Yeah, I think you would draw more attention to yourself, aside from your huge mom tits.”I smiled, blushing a bit. “After that, I will find something else to do. Just text me when you boys are ready to meet up later and think about where you want.