They had plans to meet up for lunch tomorrow to discuss an upcoming school fundraiser, along with the usual faculty gossip they loved to secretly shar...e with each other.That would have to wait.There were more important matters at hand, like the fact that the desk was creaking, having been pushed forward several inches from her son's powerful thrusts. Her pussy throbbed and she was crying from the intensity of the fuck fest. And then there were her glasses. Those thick-framed glasses were Jenna's. No more crying. No more being pissed off at him. No more feelings for him at all. You could have been having sex with me for the last two days, you know. I wouldn’t have stopped you, even if I wasn’t ready to go on. But… I’m ready now. I want to feel how making love is SUPPOSED to feel. It was two days before my sixty-third birthday when I took Tess’ hand and led her to my bed. I held her tight in my arms and looked into her eyes, “I’ve loved you for a long time, you know. Never, never did I. In all it took two and a half hours. I couldn't believe I was fucked continuously for two and a half hours. I couldn't believe I was given no consideration, no thought to my comfort. Each man took as long as he needed to relieve himself a second time. I got no break. And in the motel room they spent much more time enjoying my tits. They squeezed my breasts and sucked my nipples like there was no tomorrow.When it was finally over, my nipples were sore, my pussy was sore, my back hurt and my legs. I don't understand why so few women aren't bisexual. Men are generally so lousy at pleasing women, and then only because they are told what to do, but women know what each other need. Women should have sex havens to go to more than men have gay baths to go to. Men are easy to please.She remembered about the bathhouse raids a few years back in our city, and looked puzzled.Later that week, while wearing the egg, she showed a man a house, that he didn't seem very interested in. On a whim she.