"Anyone who told you something like that is a damn liar. Besides, why would I want to hit your mother? I don't even know who you are, let alone who yo...r mother is." That's not what I meant, John," replied Chris. "I don't want you dating my mom." You're really sick," snapped John angrily. "You must know that your mother has got to be at least twice my age. I don't date old women pushing forty. Now get lost! I've got a date to make for the prom with pretty Melissa Appleton over there." He once. He set her down carefully, reluctantly letting her slip from his arms. He started to check for any injuries telling himself to disregard her soft alabaster skin and pouting mouth. Yet his body told him he was touching perfection, his green eyes clouded once more with desire. Seeing no obvious injury he told himself to leave but his legs refused to move. Her musky sent was driving him wild, blood pounded in his ears as he started to stroke her hair. It felt soft, wispy under his rough hands and. She then spun around and buried her face in my lap, licking at my balls and then sucking furiously on my cock. “Okay honey, you have five minutes. I will do whatever you want for the next five minutes, that’s all I got left in me.” I told her. We had been at it for over two hours, and I was just getting plain too tired to keep going. With a glance at the clock, she resumed sucking as hard as she could. Not quite what I planned. I figured she would want me to eat her out again, or put her legs. We entered the main living room filled with beautiful naked sculptures, and dark red walls. He was quiet, and when I glanced in his direction he was preoccupied with glancing over my body in the full light. I took him slowly toward the staircase and up to the bedroom at the end of the hall. Pushing the door open to my room, with the light blue walls and king size bed. He fit in the room perfectly, his cock still was standing tall and I smiled at his anticipation. "You rest here, a moment and I.