The end result was always ideal for them, but for him…he preferred natural attributes. It sickened him that even men encouraged this behavior. But n...t this one. He had picked her up from the floor and the smell of her assaulted him. He smelled no silicone or hair dyes. She wore no perfume, and her body wash was completely natural, reminding him of peaches and flowers. Of the ocean and the wind. Of everything that he loved and used to love. The scent took him to memories that he had not visited. Is there a problem?” she asked.“Don’t know Julie, He didn’t say,” responded Alice.Ben Jensen’s office reflected the life of a man who had spent over forty years flying. There were pictures on the walls showcasing many of the airplanes he had flown during his many years. Other pictures were of him and other aviators, some famous and some not so famous. Above his desk was a wooden propeller, mounted like a trophy deer head. Every flat surface was covered with flying paraphernalia, magazines,. My eyes widened as his dick, wet with all my juices, rubbed on my asshole.“What?” I gasped. “But—”“Don’t worry,” he groaned, his hand reaching down to finger my clit as he pressed against my resistant sphincter. “You’ll love it, Mom. It’ll make you such a slutty Mommy to take my cock back there.”“Yes!” I hissed, my clit throbbing beneath his touch, my body so hot. If that girl he fucked could take his cock in her asshole, then so could I.And I would do it better!His dick pressed on my. And I felt good.Fifty-eight days from now, I'd stand here for the last time. After that, I was mobile.I looked around the familiar group. Traci was the only one who seemed in a good mood. She was still bubbly from her first gymnastics class last night. I'd signed her up for an advanced beginning class, arguing that since she was already on the middle school team, a beginning class would be too slow. She had her class, and they moved her up to the intermediate group. I figured it would be.