Her cunt juice was getting me soaking wet and she seemed to have worked out a stroke rhythm that allowed her to hump my cock and take the baton up her... ass at the same time.She pushed my hands off her tits and started working them over herself. Now I knew what she meant when she told me to do it harder. I couldn't believe the abuse she was inflicting on her own tits. Fuck me, they're going to be sore for a week if she keep that up.I love my mom because she's always fill of surprises. She must. Chapter Twenty-FiveJaredWe were finally alone. And I have to admit, I was on tenterhooks. I was holding her in my arms. I was wearing a polo shirt, and the three buttons on it were undone, and she was lightly playing with one of my lonely chest hairs. It was very nice, but I didn't know quite what to say. I was enjoying the moment, but I still felt we needed to talk.Then, she broke the silence. "You know," she said with a grin, "I know for an absolute fact that a good number of my fellow. ”“«культурный»,” I chuckled. “You never did follow through with learning Russian. You might regret that now! And you had better be «культурный» if you’re going to be involved with Vanya’s granddaughter! It means that you are cultured, civilized, and behave properly. Take it as a compliment! It’s a word that Tanya used for me all the time. Well, except when I used to French kiss her in public!” I said with a wink. “Then she’d call me «некультурный», which is the opposite. Let’s call Vanya and. I spent most of the day yesterday tracking down the real cause of the emergency that had kept the girls from showing up. It wasn’t just a coincidence that Karen bumped into me that night and asked me to join them at their table. They planned the whole thing.”Joey queried, “Which one’s Karen?”My eyebrow shot up while I flashed him a mental image of her, then realized he probably didn’t know all the voices by name, the newbies even more so.Joey said, “Not that it matters, but Karen’s still a.