I felt someone start to walk down my aisle and then sit down next to me. I turned and looked into the eyes of someone I knew. It was a young girl from... down my street. Her name was Courtney and she was about 16 and in high school. She smiled and said, “Hi John.” I said, “Hi Courtney, I didn’t know you come to these games. Where are your parents?” She was making me a little nervous sitting so close. I had seen her in the neighborhood and I could tell she was well developed for her age. She smiled. Lisa shared his confused look before realisation hit her. "Bart, I think Mom was washing whites last night." Yeah? So, what does that have to do with- Oh no." Bart realised his mistake and sat frozen in place. Before seeing his mother re-emerge from the basement holding a basket full of pink laundry with a red hat sat on top. She was visibly shaking."Now, Mom-" Bart started before he was interrupted by his mother's eruption."Bartholomew J. Simpson! I have had it! I have had it with your. So unacceptable by society...mmmmmm...and when I dress up it makes me want cock in the biggest way.All Cocks were hard as rocks.Another bottle of merlot was served by our nude host...Jim sat as Paul and I did some dirty dancing together in front of him....then did some lap dances on him....his cock probing each of our assholes....not quite in ..just enough to want it bad.As we continued grinding our ass on Jim we would suck each other.Paul had a beautiful cock...much like mine...about 7 inches. After which, my senses recovered coolness enough to observe the rest of the transaction between this happy pair.The young fellow had just dismounted, when the old lady immediately sprung up, with all the vigour of youth, derived, no doubt, from her late refreshment; and making him sit down, began in her turn to kiss him, to pat and pinch his cheeks, and play with his hair: all which he received with an air of indifference and coolness that showed him to be much altered from what he was when he.