I looked up at them and said "to be fucked like a slut." He asked "and what else" where I replyed "hard, for your amusement." I think a blush came o...er me.He quickly pulled out of me and told me to get on all fours. I quickly complied and without any more thoughts about my inexperienced ass he proceeded to plunged deep inside me and fucked me across to the carpeted floor. It was great. It still hurt a bit but he we definitely touching the right spot. I was starting to get pretty vocal and. My Momma wants lots of grandkids and she fusses at me all the time when she calls, because I’m not married and having babies.”“Where does your Mom live?” I asked her just before she lowered her pussy to take my cock.“She lives in Bradford, a few blocks from where you and your family home is located.”“What does she do? Does she work? Where is your dad?”“They divorced last year and Mom gets a big check from him each month. She doesn’t have to work now.”“What’s your Mom’s name? I want you to call. I LOVE shopping; and of course, something we couldn’t miss – the Raymond James Stadium where Alan Ryder played so many games with the Bucs.It was going to be a busy day, our only mostly free day in Tampa. Home tomorrow. Busy, partly because I wanted to not think about that night. About seeing Alan the first time in thirty-one years.The day was every bit as fun as we’d hoped; somber at the memorial, made me cry reading some of the tragedies and heroic stories engraved in the marble slabs. We’ve. Three seconds crawled into a corner in complete silence as they weighed me up; my fingers sought my brow in an automatic gesture of embarrassment. "Put your hands down" came her instruction; unhurried, mature authority. My hand fell like a puppet. I pictured how I must look to them, a pale, middle aged figure with thinning hair and thickening waistline, indecently nude in a cube of hard, white light, neck reddening. Punter. Meat. Money. A single set of steps made off back down the corridor and.