Yeah, see there was this girl, and I want to tell you she was hotter than a biscuit out of the oven, but she wasn't. Naw was a matter of fact she was ... bit tall, square shouldered, and somewhat boyish. Had one of them, short boy cuts, an was this side of being cute. Didn't last long, didn't want it to, but damn if it wasn't memorable. Worked together for a while, I don't remember who left the company first, but after about a year we ran in to one another at some bar. Me an the wife were on the. . so betrayed." Oh, stop it already. Pick you up at seven?" Sure." We had reached my car, and she started walking toward hers. "Um, Claire, do you know where I live?"She stopped and turned around, a look of chagrin on her face. "Haven't a clue. I should really ask you while you're still here, shouldn't I?" Might help," I deadpanned."So, where did you want to go?" Claire asked as I slid into the passenger seat."You've been around Boston for a few years. You tell me." Any special requests?". She'd gotten too dizzy to count, knowing only that great surges of feeling were thundering over her clitoris and through her pussy.She wondered just how long her son had been screwing, where he head leaned his cunnilingus technique, what girl had been the first to feel his rigidly yearning young penis. Betty knew a tiny bite of jealousy at the idea, and wished somehow that she could have been the woman to instruct her son in the ways of the flesh. But of course, she would never have even. She had both guys on the edge and wouldn't let them cum yet. Jo told her "Give me some pussy. I need to fuck you as my nuts are ready to burst. Stick that cunt over my cock and ride me baby." She smiled and kissed his stomach and up to his nipples and sucked them and then kissed his mouth giving him lots of tongue. "You ready for some pussy big boy? Want to fuck me hard and deep with that horse size cock?" She then wrapped his cock all the way in the bright red ribbon before she got on his lap.