Let me give you Sensei Sharon’s number. It’s a bit of a hike from here, but maybe, just maybe, Marcia can get her mom to take her there. I can tal... to Sensei Sharon and Sensei Ichirou to grease the skids, as it were.”I went to my study and wrote down the number and gave it to Kara. She left and was back about five minutes later.“She’s very upset,” Kara said. “She obviously feels rejected.”“Oh, I’m sure,” I sighed. “But I can’t help that right now. What else did she say?”“She told her mom she’s. "I'm sorry, that just slipped out. But, wow Mom, that's so hot." "Speaking of hot, why don't you start stroking that hot cock so you can shoot your cum?" I reminded him. Then he got bold and said, "How about if you stroke my hot cock so that it shoots out my cum?" So I did. Not. This was already going way too far. If I reached over and touched his cock it would be all over for me. If I did that I'd be on top of him in seconds guiding that throbbing meat into my pussy. "No," I responded. "I'm. “It is such a funny coincidence, Jamie use to have a boyfriend named Ken!” Karen and Jamie remembered Karen’s alter ego ‘Ken’ and his big rubber cock.“I hear you already met Jamie in the men’s room,” Karen said, giggling, “She was just telling me about her little mistake and how she liked your cock.” She added, in a sultry, soft voice; “She said you had a nice fat one!”“Karen!” Jamie replied, mortified.“Oh, she liked my cock, you say?” Ken said, thinking tonight was his lucky night.“Oh, she. " She gently offered a kiss on the tip of his pecker and then said again much more breathily, passionately and with a little less control, "God, I really love it, you know that?"Steve planted his hands at the small of his arched back, tuned his closed eyes toward the burning sun, and groaned, "Oh, Mrs. H. Oh, Mrs. H, Jesus is that good. Oh, god, just finish me this time. Please just finish me."The quinquagenarian smiled slyly. Rather than take her cigarette hand from Steve's dick to her face,.