By now, my mom turned around and the tailor planted a deep kiss in her mouth. They kissed for a while before the tailor started to remove my moms dres... one by one. And in the mean time, my mom was busy unbuttoning his pant and she pulled out what could be called as a monster cock, it was about 10 inches in size and my mom was just taken aback. The tailor now, held my moms head and guided it to his cock and she took his tool in her hand, her hand was not covering it full. She started stroking. Perspiration covers her body. She’s in complete control. She brings herself to orgasm on my cock. She isn’t finished. She moves faster. Her cries are louder.“I’m going to cum,” I say.“Not yet,” she commands.She’s so close. I cum. She rubs her lit on rocks back and forth to climax again.We have one more study session at my place. Then she’s done. She stops returning my calls. She makes sure I know we aren’t back together. It was just having fun. It didn’t mean anything. It’s an early. Some pretty colorful language," she said."See if they'll let you interview this talking flower—and if you ever... tell anybody I ask you to do this interview... , I'm gonna deny it," she promised.Geez! I thought. Here we go again.About now, I'm looking for a lifeboat. I think I see the Titanic steaming toward me over the literary horizon... I meet Mrs. Rose Honeysuckle"Hello, are you Mrs. Honeysuckle?" I asked, giving her what I've been told is my most charming smile."You took long enough," she. ?" Well," she said, dropping her eyes, "I guess we need to ... help thingsalong a little."I hesitated. I knew what I had to do, I just didn't want to do it. Butthen again, what choice did I have? Just imagine she's a woman, I toldmyself. It's not that hard. As I stepped in close to her, she lifted her head to look at me. Shereally has very pretty eyes, I thought, as I brought my mouth to hers. Fora moment, it was like kissing a lump of stone. But then as I persisted, Ifelt her lips open.