A low mumble, similar to how a person being woken up in a “please don’t wake me up” mood would sound, emerged from the archer’s lips as she ha...d still not recovered enough energy to deal with it. Her eyes re-opened to find a girthy cock plopped right in front of her face. She panned her vision up to see a close friend smirking like a jackass before the head of his cock was trying to force itself into her lips. She mustered up the energy to wrap her hand over the meat, but only to keep it. .. uh ... I’m sorry Ms Jones. I guess I just think you ... well ... you look so good!”“UGH!” She exclaimed and threw her hands up, walking a few steps away from us. She turned and looked at us again.“So, Dylan, are you gay? Is that it?”Dylan looked at me.“He doens’t have the answer for you. Look at me. Are you gay?”“No mom! I’m not! Honest! Just look!” he pointed to the muted porn still on the tv. It was currently showing a blonde with that big 80’s hair, sucking on a fat wet dick. “I guess I. .” said Anthony “ Please don't call me that!” She said almost annoyed “ Why? What else do you call a bitch who strips in a toilet?” he said then laughed “ What do you want?” she said not amused “ I wanted to see how you were, I heard you had an accident!” he said cryptically “ An accident? No!” she replied “ Oh, so the button on your blouse that I loosened didn't accidently come off?” he said then laughed “I am impressed if it wasn't an accident and you did it intentionally” “ That was not. Hurry."Taking my hand, Paula pulled me into a fast walk. Gail, laughing, trailed behind. Paula entered the back seat of the Volvo with me in tow. We made out like a couple of high school kids. I let Paula set the pace, and it was quick. Within seconds she reached for the cylindrical mound my cock formed in my pants, her hand pressing against it and following it to the end and back. One of my hands found the nipple covered by her shirt and bra and the other hand the slit below her pubic mound.