With the right magazine, Sophia could make herself cum within a few minutes, on a good day. Other days would take longer. Some days, she would draw it...out as long as she could, relishing in the details of every touch before cumming. But that was only in her room where she knew her locked door could protect her secret. Once, when her father had left early, she brought one of his magazine up to her room. She had planned this from the moment she knew he'd be leaving for the afternoon. She writhed. The other gentleman was white and his name was Todd. He told my husband, as they watched David and me dancing and rubbing against each other, about David’s reputation of being a ladies ’ man! Todd and my husband started making bets on far David could get with me, and if he could talk me to going to his hotel for the night! If they would have asked me right then I would have told them all a definite yes, take me to bed and fuck me silly! I was enjoying David’s tongue rubbing mine! At that. I did not realize it at first, but a few moments later I saw my mom staring in the door and staring at me, stupefied. And of course! Her boy was spread-eagled and bare-legged on the bedside, dirty magazines everywhere, and completely lost in the ecstasy that the up and down motion around his swollen, sore meat was generating. I froze for a few seconds looking directly in my mother eyes. She caught me right on the cusp. Normally I should have stopped, I should have found some silly explanation. Your manager said that you had something important to tell me." "Look at me." Hey, that's all I've been doing since you walked into the room." "I don't look like a fifty year old woman to you do I?" "No, certainly not like any of the one's I've dated." "Seeing me you probably would have guessed I was in my mid twenties. The actual truth is that I haven't aged in over thirty years." "Lady you look great, but that explanation sounds a bit wacko." "No, it's the truth. Jacques, Mr. Brandt, he has.