One day I found her very dull and I’ve gone and hugged her as usual. At that day she herself moved her face over my lund and opened her mouth and ca...ught my balls. That sent a shock down my spine.I rolled my balls in side her mouth for quite some times. Received coffee from her, didn’t go anywhere and again rolled my lund in her mouth till I finish my coffee.I walked out of the room and spent all day playing with my lund feeling the same high. Since next day is Sunday everyone was in the home, I. Maybe that's why sex was so good after work when she was younger, working as a stew. It relieved tension. That was the excuse the airline Captains used as a proposition to get into a cute stew's pants. Of course if she weren't wearing any . . . they invented the mile high club for gals just like her. Sometimes things got tense early, and things had to be checked in the hole, the cargo hole; it took an officer and a stew both, to handle that ass-signment.It's not as if Sheila hadn't ever. I decided to use this technique against her. Sending her one of my own texts to meet me in one of the unoccupied dorms on the fourth floor the next night. She was on time, and dressed right for the evening. Low cut black silk halter top hugging a pair of C-cup tits, black mini skirt that gave a tiny peek at her red lace thong and her tiny waist, and some dark red heels that made her legs look long and gorgeous. I could feel my own cock starting to get hard. This chick was good! I closed the. She was a toy for her own son, and with that thought she started cumming! She had a momentary vision of the insides of her ass, her son’s giant cock exploring a pink cave, somehow in this vision it was as if his cock was equipped with a headlamp, she could see her insides quaking in pleasure, somehow it seemed as if her asshole was endless it was open for her impaler. She loved this, more. deeper! She didn’t even realize she was drooling as her body bounced on the cock that was her new master!.