" "Why?" There was a look of honest puzzlement in Maureen's eyes. "Why not? I like you. You're my friend. Why shouldn't I want you to have a memorable... experience." "Because it's not with you." "If we were golf partners rather than fuck buddies should I get upset if you had fun playing golf with a really good golfer?" "Michael!" "What?" "You can't equate fucking and golf. They aren't the same." "Why not?" "Well, for one, you can't get pregnant playing golf." "Are you concerned that I'm going to. Asis’s married twat.“She’s cumming in me, Mamá!” gasped my friend, her pussy convulsing and spasming around my cock, milking me.“Both of you are such sexy kittens!” gasped the married MILF, grinding her cumming twat on my hungry mouth.That wonderful bliss pumped out of my cock and through my body. I savored it, licking and lapping up the tart juices pouring out of the MILF’s pussy. My own cunt spasmed while Pita’s amazing twat spasmed her silky flesh around my futa-dick, drawing out all the cum. But that was ages ago. I couldn't remember the last time he'd cum into me a third time in one night. A couple of years at least. Usually just a screw, or a suck and a screw, and then sleep.But he was in good form, I was sure. We'd talked about this for so long. I thought three tonight, and then at least one more before Nicole left us tomorrow, was very possible. Maybe even two. One each? That would be nice. The poor boy was going to be walking a little funny for a while.I was glad she was in. He added, “Quite a number of people are looking for you.”“Why? Did I do something wrong?” asked Jerry surprised to hear that people were looking for him. He wondered if he was going to get sued for pulling the door off the car.“You’re a hero,” replied the paramedic.Looking down at his bandaged hands and the huge calluses that were built up on the skin that showed, Jerry didn’t feel like a hero. He muttered, “If I can’t use my strength to help someone, I might as well be dead.”The pair walked.