She is easy to talk to, and has a great sense of humor.Michelle showed up about 45 minutes later, carrying a backpack and a small cooler."I brought a ...couple of movies to pick from, and popcorn and soda. Let me go pop the corn, the soda's in the cooler."She went into the small 'kitchen' — a table, sink, and countertop microwave. No refrigerator (although there is a small one in the boss' office. Lucky bastard) — and started popping the popcorn while I moved one of the monitors to where we could. Sanders came bustling out of the lab in the back of the classroom. Nicknamed “the Colonel” because of his last name, he was about 40 years old with balding dark hair that stood up wildly. Some of his students joked that he had stuck his hand in an electrical socket to get that hairdo, but in reality he just couldn’t find the time to get a haircut. He had thick, black-rimmed glasses that were always sliding down his nose, and he wore a traditional white lab jacket over his mis-matched lavender. “I’d be disappointed if you did” mom laughed as she straddled me and lowered herself onto my pole with a huge moan.“oh son, your cocks the biggest cock I’ve ever had” mom was very tight and slowly easing my cock into her. Mom picked up speed and started to pound my cock. Her tits were in my face and she leaned to kiss me while she was bucking furiously onto my cock. After a while of furious fucking mom begged me “please son, come inside me.” “But I haven’t got a condom on”, I gasped.“You don’t. “Of course. Hello, Ben.”Ben Marco scrambled to his feet. He ducked his head. “Col. Grissom.”“This weekend, I'm just a mom.” She looked around the room. Her expression didn't say much, but she couldn't help but be disappointed. The bed covers were wrinkled, dirty clothes spilled out of both closets, and there were empty Coke cans on the dressers and desks.Ben suddenly wished they had gotten a chance to straighten up the room. He also wished he were in uniform rather than his grungy weekend.