“Mostly,” Ron replied. “You don’t like girls of your age?” Samantha asked. “No,” Ron replied. “Do you like me too?” Samantha asked p...tting his hand on Ron’s crotch through the blanket. “Mom, what are you doing?” Ron was shocked. “Do you like your own mom?” Samantha asked again, “This morning I noticed you starring at my breast.” “The button of your top was not done and it was showing a lot of… your breast, so I got distracted. Sorry,” Ron apologized. “No, don’t feel sorry,” Samantha said, “But. “Look how pretty your pussy looks. Go look at yourself in the mirror.” Jill got off the bed and walked towards her standing mirror. “It does look very nice. Thanks, Candy.” “Get back on the bed. I want to kiss your pussy now. I know you've never experienced this, but I'm going to give you an orgasm. Just relax and let me play with you.” I went to Jill on the bed and I held her and gave her another kiss. We kissed deep and passionately. Our tongues were dancing in her mouth. I then took my. I knew what was going to happen. She’d bitch and moan about her sorry former employers, complain about how lonely she was, give me a pity party about how fucked up her life was, then she’d start in on me. She’d tell me I was wasting my time with Graham, that as long as we were living together, he’d never ask me to marry him. She’d rail at me about how my biological clock was ticking away, how at 37 – almost 38 – I was about to run out of time to have children. I’d heard it all before, and while. Of course, I was happy to let him. I rolled over on my back on the workout bench and Coach went to the end where my sexy legs were dangling. He removed the weights and the bar holding them and he had full access to my little clitty dick by kneeling down between my legs while I spread them. He reached up and pulled down my sexy little hot pink g-string. My sweet five inch dickie popped out and Coach put his lips around it and made me feel wonderful. "Oh, yes, Coach," I said. "You make me feel so.