A lot of wood and leather. While I was looking around it seemed to be more like the house of couple in their fifties or sixties than people in their t...irties. My neighbours’ decoration was their business however and I didn’t pay any more attention to it. My neighbour invited me to make myself comfortable on the couch and a moment later she joined me with two steaming mugs of coffee. “How do you take your coffee?” she asked. “Black,” I said. “That’s easy,” she smiled and put one of the mugs in. One, I couldn't run very fast. It's not that I was overweight or anything, I was just rather slow afoot. Two, for the life of me, I couldn't hit a curve ball. I never overcame the urge to go with my first instincts as soon as the pitcher released the ball, and if the ball moved in any manner other than a straight line, I'd flail away and miss. I suppose I could have taken up pitching myself, but that never held any appeal for me. I'd tried out for the school team during ninth, tenth and. He was going to taste the forbidden place of his own mother.Mark dove forward with his face, buried his face in her sticky crotch and rotated it into her dripping wet cunt. He wanted his mother's juices everywhere; all over his face. Jennifer moaned and giggled at the same time as her son made his face wet with her fuck juice. He revelled in the smell and the feel of the warm sticky wetness on his face and then he licked everywhere. The taste of his mother's juices attacked his taste buds as. Most people dont like to think about their parents sex lives and my mom had verbally simulated having sex with me so I was kind of freaking. Our silence continued even as we rode the elevator up to our floor and went in the apartment. Wishing her a quick good night I hurried into my room. While undressing I remembered the letter from Courtney and put it on my bed. Once in bed I first reread Rachels texts and hoped that my quest for revenge didnt kill my chances with her but I was prepared for.