My father had served in the Royal Air Force during World War II as a mechanic on Spitfire fighter planes. He used to say that mom spit fire just like ...the famous airplane, but in my opinion she also breathed fire. She could heat a room simply with her presence. She was not striking in the classic sense but she had something. Her hair was the color of creosote usually worn up in some kind of bun and she had a warm, toothy smile with which she could be stingy. But with mom it was the eyes. They. Then she climbed onto my lap and stuffed my dick into her twat. She was begging me to cum in her. She was on a mission to make me spurt. She kept slamming her ass up and down on me while sucking my tongue out of my mouth and running her hands all over in my hair and on my face. I didn’t last long under that assault and pumped a huge load into her twat.I hadn’t even caught my breath from such a massive blast when Kelly had the door yanked open. She grabbed her top, pulled her other leg over me. Holy shit! I thought to myself. What is going on here? ‘Sorry for the sweats and hat, I just haven’t made it to the shower yet today,’ she said, making it clear that she wasn’t really sorry, just apologizing out of common courtesy. ‘Not a problem!’ I said, thinking, she could wear a burlap sack and it would look fabulous… ‘Oh, trust me, if I had known that I was going to run into YOU, I would have put some serious effort into getting ready before heading out,’ she said, dripping with innuendo.. " You're k**ding, right?" No, I think it's for the best." For how long? I mean how long do you think you're going to be able to do that?"Timmy shrugged.Johnny shook his head in disappointment. Then he moved to the door of the cell and poked his head out into the hallway. He looked in both directions. He moved back into the cell and moved close to Timmy. He spoke in whispers."Alright, look, I'm going to tell you something but you have to swear not to tell anyone," Johnny whispered to Timmy. He.