I fantasized about having a quickie in one of the locker rooms, or getting a blowjob between classes, but in the deep recesses of my brain I knew it c...uldn't be like that. We did talk about such things, and she confessed to having similar fantasies, but was much quicker to point out how it could never happen. Losing what we had was the biggest deterrent to indulging our fantasies, and we both desperately wanted the fantastic sex that we had every time we were together.Every day I came to class. My parents were divorced 7 years ago, since then, mom has taken a particular liking to men in their early 20's. She prefers to go back to their house if she can, but occasionally brings them home if she's going to be alone or they don't have their own place. On Saturday nights Mom always goes out to a local sports bar to meet younger men, now mom is what you call a MILF, about 5'6" tall brunette, slim, not busty but not small either, she looks her age. On this night, I was going to spend the. She grabbed for his wrists, hoping to stay him long enough to reason with him, but he was stronger than she was. And faster. Before she could blink he held both her wrists in one of his big hands and pushed them back, pinning them to the bed above her head. He snaked his other hand down her body and deftly inserted them into her. His eyes, burning blue, looked into hers.- "I wouldnt' want to hurt you". He smirked down at her from above. He quirked an eyebrow and the smirk widened. "Well now,. I guess Desmond couldn’t take it anymore and he put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her toward his cock, she was mesmerized as his cock grew nearer, she parted her lips and she felt the head slowly enter her mouth, and I had a perfect view of the whole thing. I watched my wife with her pretty little mouth devour that huge black cock, she was insatiable, and I had never seen her give such a great blowjob. I guess she was doing pretty good because I saw Desmond’s knees buckle as he.