.i could yes iam not putting this on ''''ok cool here the tool get that left tire out''i tried and tried but coudnt get the tire out''dont pretend boy... go over there and wait like a girl , iam here to do the man you dont have to pretend''''iam not a girl i just cant do this its jammed hard''''then if you want e to do it you know what to do?''''really? you wont do it if i dont wait wearing this?''''you are right, im only helping girls who need my help''i was looking at him not joking at allhe. We all kicked off our shoes and sat on the sofa, drinking the wine, listening a little to the music and talking. We were all telling stories about ourselves and our different friends growing up and laughing and having a good time. It was a party.After a while, Cathy got up from the sofa. “I need to pee and then I need another glass of wine. Anybody else?”Derek and I both said “Yes” at about the same time. We all giggled. Cathy went to the bathroom first, then me, and Derek waited for last. When. We were officially in the perfect position to begin fucking, but she paused for a moment.She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and we looked each other in the eyes."Just this once," she said, as we were face-to-face. "This is the fastest way. Plus my makeup won't get ruined." Good choice," I grunted."You really love fucking your own mother, don't you?" she asked, thrusting her hips harder with perfect rhythm.I tried to downplay it. "It's okay. It's just... I need the relief." No,. He just nodded.She beamed happily and kissed him softly before leaning up, kneeling between his parted thighs, her cock resting atop of his, eclipsing it as she worked her hips back and forth slowly.After biting one full lip at the sight of him for a moment she raised her hand and spat on her fingers, urging them down between their bodies, Anthony feeling the alien sensation of a pair of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him. “You’re so beautiful Anthony…” she said.