" Really? I thought you were through." No fucking way, sweetheart." So... what happens now?"I pondered her question. For the last seven minutes or so,... I had been resting on my hands and knees suspended above what was probably the sexiest, most attractive woman I had ever been this close to. Close to? Actually all seven inches of my throbbing hard cock were buried in her velvety soft pussy. Every few seconds, my shaft would flex inside her, searching out the wondrous feelings that her pussy was. But Merie was laughing uproariously again.“Damn,” she said. “That’s going to leave a mark.”“If your dad sees it I doubt that will be only mark left,” Brock said without humor.“It’s all right, sweetie,” Merie told him. “If dad comes down I’ll cover for you. I’ll use my head to cover it up. In fact, maybe I should practice.“I’m expanding my rules,” she added as her head dipped toward Brock’s waist and she lowered his soaked zipper. “If your tongue can go in my mouth, I think this can, too.”It. ” Darla grasped my already semi-erect cock and stroked it gently until it became rock hard and was throbbing in her hand. Paul hadn’t heard our whispered words, but he observed what Darla was doing and grinned again from ear to ear. Darla continued gently stroking my cock as its engorged helmet became covered with my pre-cum, some of which she gathered on her fingers and then sucked it off of them. By then my balls were afire with desire, and needing release. Darla sensed that, and leaned over. " We shook on it.Stu's mother, Lynne Masterson, was every bit as sexy as I had said. She'd been very young when she'd married his father, and was only 36 now. Stu's father had left when Stu was only a baby, and Mrs. Masterson had had to raise Stu and his older sister Sheri on her own. Sheri was a freshman in college now, so she was out of the picture. Mrs. Masterson was an artist; she had a studio set up in their house so she could work at home.Thus, I was pretty confident of finding her there.