There was silence and all I could hear was her breath. She didn’t resist at all and I was playing my tongue inside her mouth. This continued for som...time while my hands searched for her nipple above her shirt. I positioned my dick right above her pussy mound and my other hand was at her back caressing her round ass. She had firm boobs and she wasn’t wearing a bra and I guess she wasn’t wearing underwear either because I didn’t find any stripe from over her half pant.I broke the kiss and pulled. They were mostly students with various sizes of cocks, from about 5.5 inches on this Asian k** to a beer can thick cock dude with a beard. One black dude had at least 9 inches, and it bent to get down her throat. I think he was surprised that she could do it, and she sucked that big dick dry (and he was very vocal about it when he came). Since he was about number 17 or 18, she was already for it and I had helped her to condition her throat to take a big one by having her deep throat me a few. I shrugged. "Okay," she said. "Not ready, but when you are, come get me and my girl. We will walk down Main Street with you in our gay pride t-shirts baby. Now, I'll tell you about me." All my little girlfriends were going all gaga over Julio Iglesias while my body hungered for Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan. I fondly remember sitting in my Grandma's lap at a very young age, never wanting to leave her for some reason I didn't understand. It had something to do with her cheap perfume and the. And it made sitting in the same room with a television settled on the Lifetime channel all the more tolerable. Hell, it was the only reason I was in the living room in the first place. Most guys my age would think me sick for watching my mother the way I did, but I had an excuse. My mother is drop-dead gorgeous. Fiery hair, full natural breasts, plump ass, and an angelic face that would make the most chastest of men run to the bathroom and rub out a good one. Sure, she'd gained.