Nine o’clock came and no Tom and Helen. Five minutes after nine and still no show. Just as we were about to give up on them, there was a knock on ...the door and it was them. They apologized for being late, but there was an auto accident that happened right in front of them and they couldn’t get around it and had to wait for traffic behind them to back up and turn around one at a time. The girls rushed Helen into the bedroom to change and I asked Tom if they enjoyed last night. He said it was. That old guybegan to come alive when I did that, he giggled andmade some unintelligible noises as I bobbed my headover his crotch. I could smell his unwashed body, but instead ofdisgusting me it made me wet. I knew that this bumhadn’t had a bath in months and I could tell that hejacked off a short while before because I could smellhis semen and see the crusty stains on the inside ofhis pants. I was amazed how fast he got hard, I’d have thoughtthat being a dirty old drunken bum. Suddenly she surprise both us: “Dear, I feel that is time to go”You go to your bedroom keeping the door half open, so I can see you sitting on the bed while speaking with low voices. An abat-jour is the only light .She reclines on bed and you start gently kiss her lips while caressing her neck. From my point of view I can clearly that you are demonstrating so much harmony that I fear you will change idea about our date.She whisper something in your ear and with a glance you invite me in. "Wow, it was freshly used." I thought to myself, picking it up and licking its length. I was deep in fantasy about this fake dick sliding in and out of my moms saturated channel when I heard the shower stop. Replacing what I moved, I fled upstairs with lightning pace where I had to beat my meat for the first time since our sucking sessions started. I now knew for sure mom was getting a kick out of doing naughty things to me, her boy. Friday night would mark the one week anniversary since the.