She smiled at him and responded, “That is very nice of you to say, but, I’m old enough to be your Mother! How old are you?” she asked.“Twenty ...three” he replied, “but I don’t girls my age, I like women, and when I saw you I thought; now there’s a smokin’ hot mama!”Sylvia laughed and responded, “You prefer the old gals then, do you? Well, I have to say I’m very flattered, and as I like to say, flattery will get you everywhere!” At that point, she reached over and kissed him, and ran her hands. She told me stuff like how "he was so heavy on her that she could hardly breathe sometimes, but had to take it". She wanted to "do him just the way he wanted to so that it would end quicker". She told me how he wanted her to sound and how he wanted her to bend her over and shove her face in a pillow and all those details. How he would squeeze her as he went. He made her wear bows and put her hair up and all kinds of weird stuff.She said my dad’s penis is about 25% "bigger than" mine and that he. " trying to keep eye contact with her, and not look at her sexy hot wet pussy that looked so inviting, giving me the biggest boner in my jeans, I have ever got from seeing such a beautiful woman in my life."How do you love me? Like a mother's love or a lover's love?" As in, in love with you, as I should love my wife." Oh wow!" looking at me, then she turned back slowly looking out the windshild of the car, then she shook her head, and then after a short pause, "Let me take this exit here, I. " I muttered as I watched him go."It was perfect, Master." Sally said, folding herself into my arms. The sound of Valley-girl-like chatter coming our way told Sally that six members of the "in crowd," along with three attendant wannabes, were approaching, arrayed like ninepins as they sashayed down the hall, completely sure of their own superiority to the scrubs who made up the majority of the student population. Sally freaked, turned to smoke, and entered her bottle, which hung from one of my.