I moaned loudly while he feasted on my warm wetness and, wanting more, I reached back and pulled my panties down my thighs. “James,” I begged, pul...ling my buttocks apart, “please make me cum.” Although I actually wanted to fuck, his mouth was a reasonable substitute. His attention moved between my holes, penetrating each one alternately with his tongue while strong fingers filled the other. As his tongue pushed past my sphincter, I reached out for his head, trying to keep it in place but I. I rubbed the tip of my cock on some of the cum and lube that had leaked out of his ass. I eased my cock deep into his ass. It felt amazing, all that warmed up lube and cum made it better than any pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. I rode his ass for at least 5 minutes. I remembered once, long ago, I had a top who knew exactly how to position his cock to massage my prostate, figured I’d give Tim the same treatment. I inched my body up a little higher on Tim to allow my cock to go straight. I walked around he living room looking for the towel no luck i thought get over jus act like nothing happend , i did get over it for a while till i started cleaing again i decided to once again clean his room this time the towel was in clear view on his bed.... i reached for it and picked it up a note fell out it read " here you go mom have fun" I smiled what a bastard he's teasing his mom? i grabbed the towel... it wasnt damp it was wet and sticky i smiled agaiiin horned beyond belief i. It just added to my excitement and humiliation.?MEET THE PARENTS ?But the weirdest twist here, of many twists, was meeting her parents. As I mentioned before, her mother was a successful artist. A sculptor, actually. That's how Martha could afford that great apartment, her convertible, and sexy wardrobe. They had a large house over looking the Pacific ocean in Laguna Niguel, California. They invited us down over Spring Break.Of course by this time I was walking on air, sexually. This was just.