“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”Then I put my hands on the back of her head. “Don’t be sorry,” I answered. “I want you. ... want to fuck you, Mom.” Then I pushed her head back onto my dick and began face-fucking my own mother. She sucked my dick voraciously until I was about to cum, but I didn’t want to shoot my load in her mouth; I wanted to cum in my own mother’s pussy!So I pushed her away and then rose. “Get on your knees,” I said. Without hesitation, she did so, and I moved behind. This one was different, but not enough to make it easy. I had overstaffed to make sure we were covered (and a good thing, too, as I mentioned above). My job was making with the glad-hand with everyone walking in, and dealing with shocked little old ladies as well as folks in leather and lace. There are lots of interesting people who patronize ‘B.A.I.’, we’ll introduce them as we tell our stories. These are our ‘house’ characters. You’ll see them participating in the tales to be told: First. " She sat down on the large comfortable couch, David sat next to her. "Don't you go to school with us?"Giggling, "Yes I do. We don't hang around in the same crowds, but everyone knows you." She knelt before the seated woman, hands upon her legs. "David's lucky to be going out with the best looking girl at school." Virginia didn't respond. "Everyone's talking about you two."Virginia winced noticeably.Noticing the reaction, Kerry continued. "Oh, don't worry. All they really know is that you and. If I couldn't get her pants off, then mine would. Well, not really. As I was only 17 at the time, I was still a little reserved. If the girl wouldn't get naked with me there was no way that I was going to expose myself. I undid the button on my jeans and unzipped my fly. And there we stayed for the rest of the evening. Now you may think that this saga ended there, but it didn't. Almost one year later Patti and I met up again. She was a student at Penn State University. I went out there for an.