His mother would give him classics written by Jules Verne, Mark Twain, and Robert Louis Stevenson. He was a frequent visitor to the public library, re...ading all the Hardy Boys novels and anything else that interested him.At night, after supper, when his father sat in front of his computer and reviewed the financial news, they would discuss possible investment moves that his father could make. His father explained what the stock market was, what it represented, and how someone who paid attention. My hand automatically moves to caress my clit, stroking downwards with each thrust, making my pussy start to tighten around him, and my legs to shake. I can feel him start to pick up the pace, and one of his hands is on my arse now, parting my cheeks as he pounds me. The other is gripping my hip so hard it causes waves of pain/pleasure throughout my body. My orgasm is about to break, and my moans takes on a different level of urgency. With this change, he pushes so far into me that I know. .. even a girl as interesting as Collette."He felt her stiffen under his arm, and quickly realized his mistake. But before he could speak, Leticia replied to him reproachfully."Morton, you're already with another girl. Me." Well... yes. But you being with me isn't a threat to my relationship with Patty. We love each other, sure. But it's different. We aren't going to get married." Sure. But, Morton... Sammy knows that Dave used to sleep with Collette. Patty doesn't know that you are still. I used my tongue and slid around his cock and nibbled his shaft and balls after several moments of that he than grabbed the back of my head and slowly pushed me down his cock until I could not get any more in he than spent the next few minutes fucking my mouth as I groaned in pleasure. He than pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me stand up and bend over the table. He lifted the dress over my ass and pulled the panties aside and squirted a bit of lube on my anxious waiting hole. I felt him.