“I love this MSU sweatshirt, and uh, thanks, Mrs. Nevins,” Lynette replied as we grabbed our cups of coffee from the kitchen counter.“And you lo...ok good, too, Mike,” I sarcastically said as I pilfered two muffins from the plate and turned to walk to my spot at the kitchen table.“Did he just sass his mother, Lynette? I know my baby boy didn’t just give some sass to his mother!”“Sure sounded like some serious sass, Mrs. Nevins,” my girlfriend laughingly replied as she sat down beside me with her. His dick literally exploded with cum in my mouth. I could feel his heavy balls tighten and raise up just before he shot his load. He continued thrusting his cock into my mouth gently, till his cock stopped shooting cum. He then pulled his cock out of my mouth. He lowered himself to the tiled floor of the shower, moving his head beneath me. I could feel his tongue move to my cunt, with Doug's dick still buried deep inside me. His tongue flicked at my clit, and I came, my body jerking and swaying. “Then desist lest I go blind, ‘tis not the done thing for a gentleman to spill his seed uselessly,” I explained, “I need a womb, I need a woman.”“Exactly, A woman not a slip of a girl.” the old bitch agreed as she continued to caress my member.“Desist,” I ordered.“Why, does it not please you?” she asked.“No, it is not right!” I protested.“You seem pleased enough,” she replied.“I’ll ram it in your puckered useless barren womb if you don’t desist.” I warned.“I think not,” she replied.“Up your. I wasn't exactly dressed for exploring the woods, my bulky dress on, plain bra, old fashioned underwear called granny-panties, plain sneakers and my dark brown hair tied in a bun but I was interested to know what was making that sounded, walking through the brush slowly, I heard the noises coming from a cluster of trees, slowly poking my head out, I blushed at what I saw, a woman was laid atop a motorcycle, her blouse open, her breasts jumping as she moaned, her head rolled bag and legs spread.