"Definitely." She answered her own question. Dr. Miller's panties lay on the floor next to the bed as she climbed over his hips and reached up under h...r to aim his prick at her dripping pussy. She slowly lowered her tight pussy down his prick. "I wish he would touch my breasts." She thought. Her breasts were a major part of her achieving a climax. Jake smiled as his fingers moved up and pulled down the spaghetti straps of her dress. Her braless breasts pointed down at his face. His fingers. I lay on her for some time with my flaccid dick inside her pussy. I then checked the time, it was 20 mins remaining to 11 pm, I said “ mom its time v should get up and get dressed and leave for the pick point”.My dick slid out of moms pussy as I stood up, my sperm started dripping out from moms pussy, I went to the dining table and got some tissue paper for me and mom, I gave some to mom, as she stood up to clean her pussy, drop of my sperm mixed with her juices, started dribbling down on her. And none of it was going to do itself.The next day we were on the same bus as it pulled up to Claiborne. Now that we were back in The Construct, I looked at Suzanne. James had driven us to the offices. I'd worn nice slacks and a red silk blouse. Suzanne had worn a black skirt with a turquoise top. But here she was in a tee-shirt, no bra, and a short miniskirt that barely covered her."You can choose what to wear when you're in The Construct," she said. "It's one of the default settings you can. You’re just out of high school and you already have a financial empire worthy of respect and awe. Trust me on that much.“Here’s the contact information. Ask for one of these people, except this guy. Larry Parsons. He’s dead,” Cameron showed me a list of contacts.All of them had the last names of Parsons, De Groot, Acolyte, Sanders, Brown, or Derby. Clearly, someone had a sense of humor. Sanders, as in Colonel Sanders, right? Derby, as in Kentucky Derby. I could grasp that much. But Brown ....