We flipped on the lights and tossed our book-bags on the study table, settling into some uncomfortable plastic and metal desk-chairs, presumably desig...ned by the Marquis de Sade.Jon, usually upbeat and polite, merely looked at me with a distracted expression that said: 'So?' I knew we weren't up for this, but we were here, so I pulled out the history syllabus from my bag, and tossed it on the table in front of him. Jon rolled his eyes and looked out the window into the night. I had never seen. After this, she would start to put on her bra and panties...i could only catch reflections from the mirror at first, but my mom had the finest nipples, nice dark brown, that contrasted nicely with her light skin and perpetually erect...oh, to suck them again!!! i couldn't get a good look at her pussy, but i always saw the full mound of black hair and her ass always looked inviting, round but tight looking; soft but fuckable!this happened every morning, i would feign sleep, because my mom is. Norma made me get down on my knees between Helen’s thighs, kissed the head of my cock, swiped it a few times through Helen’s wet slit and guided me into the prepared pussy. My legs touched Steve’s and I could feel my balls caressing his shaft.“Now fuck me, you two.”Obeying that command was easier said than done. Steve was pinned down and couldn’t move much. His hands were free to play with her tits while I grabbed her hips for better control. Steve tried to move his hips while I pushed and. Constantly rubbing my cock inside his pants that were getting hot from the friction of my hard dick throbbing inside them and from the tactile feel of my hand rubbing against the hardness of my cock that was stating to ooze pre cum through the fabric. I kept cranking about ten or eleven times listening to his car starter straining and bounced up and down in his seat swearing at his bitch of a car and then was afraid to drain the battery and be stranded there and have to walk back home and have.