"Ooooh, I love it in the morning, darling! Push it deep! Oooooh, yes, that's it, baby! Go real deep! I can feel you throbbing inside my cunt! Oh, fuck... me, Jay! Fuck me!"Clinging to his mother's tits, Jay plunged his cock in and out of her pussy, his balls swinging, banging against her long clit. Shellie cried out with ecstasy, grinding her naked ass back at him wantonly. She pulled her hands beneath her body, cupping them over his, smashing his palms into her naked tits. The friction of his. I ignored it, loving his glorious shaft and sating my hunger, pumping my head steadily, stroking him with lips and tongue, luxuriating in the feel of him filling my mouth. I felt hands touching me and I let them. I felt my hips moved, pulled, arms around me. Hands were on my breasts, squeezing through the fabric. I glanced down to see painted nails on the fingers gripping me. I pulled my mouth off and turned my head, both hands gliding up and down the spit-slicked rod. Elaine's hot breath was. His look was piercing through my eyes. I could look into it the whole day. He shook hands with me. His hand was strong and soft at the same time. I didn't feel like letting go of his hand but I knew I had to. His name was Wasim. He had a deep voice. "I've heard many stories about this hot chick in college. But now I know what they're talking about." He said. I blushed and said thanks.I couldn't even say anything else. I knew I was falling for his looks.We all talked for 5 more minutes and went. Now, I needed to do something with someone to justify what I said to Lisa. I was cautious that she might check about my dating habits. The whole idea of six degrees of separation came to mind. As a result, I called my colleague Deb and asked for Marcia’s phone number. I thought Deb would come unglued at my request; she was so happy that I was making a follow-up call with her good friend. We’d had dinner a month or so earlier at a restaurant, but I’d made no move to respond further on her.