It's pretty simple," he emulated the action with his donkey leg, against the woman's pussy."Why do they call him the Bohemian?" an onlooker questioned...."Because his dick is the dimensions of a Bohemia beer bottle. He takes pics of both, side–by–side, for comparison," our protagonist continued.With that, the fucking resumed. So did the squirt. Pints of it poured from the pretty's pussy, while others congregated to witness the high wire act. The screaming also persisted, but the mute button was. He felt good about it. He heard his mom drive up just then and got up and went to his room, turning his music back up. It was about 5 minutes before heard his mom knock on his door. She opened it up with this shocked look on her face. He was scared at first, thinking maybe something had happened. She came over and sat beside him on the bed, just looking at him. "Mom, what's wrong?” he asked. "Jerry.... What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Nothing's wrong son, everything's great!! The house looks great!. The one thing I want to ask, I know you would never do, so I won’t even ask.”What she wanted me to do was change my mind about Stephanie, and she knew that wasn’t going to happen.“OK. So what is it?”“Kiss me the way you did at the train station in December. Just once.”I stood up and took her hand and pulled her in to a tight embrace, our bodies pressed tightly together. I kissed her softly and her lips parted. Our tongues danced slowly for a minute or so and then I felt it, almost like a bomb. You gripped one in each hand and started stroking them. Then you bent over and went back and forth licking and sucking them. Then you had us lay in different directions our legs intertwined and our balls touching. You stood over our two pricks, gripped them together and lowered yourself and put both pricks in your cunt. I had never felt so tightly hugged by your cunt and so aware of our two pricks rubbing each other. The feelings of love and lust were overwhelming. He and I had to stay still..