If he hadn’t heard her car, what would she have walked in on?“It doesn’t look like nothing.” His mother said, coaxingly. “What’s wrong?”...Jason just mutely shook his head. He knew he looked guilty and flushed, but didn’t know what to do.“Is it - is it Sarah?” Helen asked hesitantly. “Did something happen?”“No, seriously it’s nothing.” Jason blurted out. “Sorry, I have something to do - I’ll be back later!”At that, he almost ran past her in his haste to get out the door; escaping from the. My late Mom was almost as keen a fisherman as me and one day it had dawned cloudy and cool she suggested we try the small stream that ran just below the house called Mill Creek. I let her use my old hip waders as the steam could be waded in places and wore rubber boots myself. The water was still fairly high as it can get low in late summer due to evaporation and careless irrigation which happened a lot back then when the water ran crystal clear, the fish retreated to deep pools and literally. I was so closed to cumming. Dean removed his fingers, and slammed his cock up my ass. I screamed and threw my hands behind me. I pressed against him to keep him from going too deep. It was pointless. He fucked me just as hard as Damon was.My orgasm crashed over me, shattering my whole being. My eyesight went blurry as my muscles clenched like never before. I squirted so hard I could feel it pouring down my thighs. Dean and Damon moaned loudly and shot there cum into me. I could feel it hit the. I could feel it pulsing in my hand as Ben sucked in a sharp breath and let out a moan. I could tell straight away that what I already suspected was true. Although not ridiculously proportioned his cock was definitely thicker than Geoff's and perhaps a little longer too. This is not some bizarre story written by an insecure young man who thinks every woman wants a twelve-inch cock as thick as a tree stump but I have to admit the differences excited me. I knew from the pictures Ben had sent me.