Miss Hunter seemed to somewhat snap out of her daze and focus on on the task at hand."Yes of course. I'm just trying to get Jeff to do better on his ...tests. That's right..." Miss Hunter convinced herself.Mom very slowly and softly slid her small hand up the wet shaft of my cock and up to the head, smearing precum all around the tip. She took her precum soaked hand and began gently gliding it up and down the throbbing, veiny shaft, spreading the slick fluid all over my dick. I could feel Miss. She was an intelligent woman and still very lively. She would ask me to go to the house to fix minor things around her place that needed some attention. One day, she phoned mother and asked if I could pop over and help her move her late husband’s rocking chair from his office to her sitting room. She was rearranging her furniture and wanted to see how the chair would look in a different place but it was too heavy for her to lift and move.I went over and moved the chair into the place she wanted. Her pussy was hot and tight, and always bubbling with slick oily nectar. It could grip a cock like it never wanted to let go, and she proved that by working his prick over and over with her talented cunt, the muscles inside her bringing him back to erection faster than he ever thought possible. And that mouth-yes-that gorgeous heart-shaped mouth-a mouth just made for sucking cock. And man, did she love to suck cock-just as much as she loved to fuck. She sucked like a vacuum cleaner, her cheeks. She felt her pussy moisten as she looked into his eyes. She blinked once and then said, "Thank you kind sir." The green eyed man smiled, chuckled a bit and took her elbow guiding her toward a secluded corner of the bar. There was a small table covered with a crisp white table cloth and the way the chairs were positioned they were practically sitting hip to hip.After they were seated, the green eyed man reached out a hand and said, "Hi my name is Sam." Callie reached out her hand and felt it.