Tell me... do I look like one of those girls?" Heaven forbid! You've misunderstood my luncheon invitation," he had said, his square handsome face assu...ing an embarrassed, if, awed expression. "How can I ever apologize and make you understand..." Please don't, M'sieu'. It's not necessary." But I feel like a cad..."She had laughed once more. "I like you the way you were... and shall we say about two-ish tomorrow... ?" T-Two-ish... ?" he repeated, his iniquitous rogue's eyes beginning to dance. They awoke the next morning and dressed. After Anna asked him to cookher breakfast, Eric walked into the kitchen and cooked her pancakes,because it was the only thing he knew how to cook. Eric found that hecould not reach the pancake mix without a step ladder, so Anna got upand got it down for him. Eric thanked her, and Anna leaned over andkissed him. Eric smiled and set about cooking for her. Anna stared athis legs, which peeked out from underneath his tunic. Anna realized thathe was just what. "Yes," Coach Price admitted, no hint of embarrassment in his tone."Tell me what you want, Coach," the guy ordered.Coach's tone had no hint of his normal aggression, but instead was one of wheedling, nancy-boy hunger: "Please, Sam, I need that big black cock in my tight pussy."Hearing Coach calling his ass a pussy was even more bizarre... far more so than anything else in the past couple of hours.Carter ordered, pulling his cock out of my mouth, "Suck on my balls, cocksucker."I didn't really. He slumped against my shoulder. The incredible orgasm had drained him of his lust and his energy.While Mark's lust had been satisfied, I was still on fire. My dripping pussy begged for relief. I thought about going to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet while I rubbed my cunt and gained relief. The idea seemed ludicrous. I did not want to break the warm embrace with my son. If I was going to cum then I would do so in his arms, just as he had cum in my arms.I moved my hand from his soaked.