Clearly extremely gifted at academic pursuits but not so much at fitting in. But I had always tried to be nice and hide those thoughts.“Why me?” I... asked.“We shared something special then. I’m sure we can again. Surely, you remember the way we looked at each other.”I remembered being seventeen and trying to look at her in a friendly way so that she wouldn’t suspect the cruel comments about her my friends had been sharing. ‘Perhaps,’ I thought, ‘she just saw what she wanted to see.’Although by. I had always loved having my hair touched and I loved her hair. When I did touch her, she seemed to love it. I ran my fingers though it, I massaged her head, and then just stroked it. After about 5 minutes of doing this, Isabella turned towards me and drew her face to mine. Our lips met. They lightly touched. And then we kissed. And kissed longer. I am not sure what came over both of us. But this felt so absolutely natural. She stopped, got off the couch and took my hand. Not a word was spoken. " Wesley walked round to other side of the desk as Beverly opened up her eyes and for the first time realised Wesley was there. In her hedonistic, almost d**g-like state she just smiled. "Wesley." "Mom." With that he undid his belt and completely slid down his trousers and pants and put his cock in his Mom's mouth. She turned her neck to the side and hungrily began to suck. She moved her hands too, stretching slightly as she felt his balls and cock as she moved it in and out of her wanting. Now she was going faster. And I was on the edge of my orgasm. I order her to keep grinding my cock with both of her hands and swallowing it whole.“Faster. Don’t stop. Fuck, it feels so good. You’re a pro. Keep going. Keep going. You are going to taste my hot and milky cum. Keep going. I’m coming. I’m…”I loaded my hot cum into her mouth, and she jerked my dick a few times to get all the rest of it from inside. She swallowed a bit, spit the rest again on my dick, applied it all over, and started.