J. and Devon standing there. Mark tried to put on a show for the boys, but couldn’t stop staring back and them, D.J. in particular. He was mesmerize...d watching the water trickle down D.J.’s chest and abs, then it would roll down his cock and pour to the floor like a waterfall.D.J. caught him staring and whispered something to Devon. That’s when Mark noticed that his cock was pointing straight upward. A smiling D.J. said, “What’s up, Mark?”Mark responded, “Not much. Not much at all.”He continued. I looked over at Agnes again."Here," I said, "show me."Wordlessly, she reached over and directed the cursor to the Mail icon in the toolbar at the bottom of the screen. She clicked it, and a moment later a window popped up, covering the middle of the display. I skimmed down the unfamiliar list of addresses and headers, looking for anything of interest. I saw nothing. It was just typical correspondence from friends and acquaintances of hers, interspersed with junk mail."I don't understand," I. I picked her up and threw her onto Jo’s bed. I jumped on her, not being able to wait for foreplay, I needed her right then, immediately. I pushed her legs apart and shoved myself right between them. I ran my hand over her pussy to spread her lips apart as I kissed her neck. She could only moan and I knew she was ready for me by the newfound dampness on my hand. The only words she could muster, “FUCK ME! HARD!” I grabbed her wrists and pounded my cock into her waiting sex. I plunged deep and. Upstairs or we could do it right here?”“Right here on the couch?” She asked.“Yeah, just like a couple of horny teenagers.”She slapped my arm, “Stop it, Teddy, I’m not a teenager.” But she was smiling.I passed on the obvious punchline ’oh, you’re just horny’, knowing she would deny it, and I would have to explain that it was a joke. I had on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Mom wore a pair of tan slacks and a short-sleeve blue jersey pullover. I stood up and kicked off my sneakers. Mom.