“It’s from John,” she said, “He says he ‘got my message’ and was definitely coming to the party. I never sent him any message.”She then ...istened to the second message, and Susan saw her face at first puzzled then incredulous, then distressed.“What is it, sweetheart?” Susan asked her.“I don’t get it. He says he came to the party and they wouldn’t let him in.”“What?““He says they called the room I was sharing with some guy called Ronson. I never had a room! You know that, we came together. I. His body clenched with excitement as that button popped loose. I looked back into his deep dark gaze as my fingers gently clenched his zipper. I could almost feel the rhythmic racing of his heart as I slowly lowered his zipper. His cock pulsated gently against my fingers as they glazed his shaft while lowering the zipper to a point where I could release his that beautiful, hard cock to it full glory. He shuddered as I reached into his underwear and took his cock in my hand. I slowly stroked it. I got an idea as to what she was up to when she started fondling my balls and squeezingmy flaccid cock.This is what she told me:------"You know that I went over to see my mother about a month ago and I'd arranged to stayover for the night. Imagine my surprise when I got to her house just after 5 pm - my Mum'snew boyfriend, Ben was there. I was doubly shocked, that she'd forgotten that I was comingover and he was so much younger than her. Tho' he was older than me. I could see whyMum had latched. ”“I like that.” She leaned forward and took my hand in hers. We looked into each others eyes then leaned forward and we kissed over the table.“Let’s go back to the motel and test our intuition,” she said. “I’m already wet.”“Good idea.” I reached for my wallet. “We have a few more hours before check out time, and I’m already hard from looking at your luscious tits.”“You’re such a bad boy.” She smiled.“And you’re such a naughty girl wearing such a tight shirt like that.”I put twelve dollars on.