Long jet black hair, bright emerald green eyes, full pouting lips, slender neck and firm pert breasts hidden under a light floral dress, she is by far... the most beautiful lady to ever work in the library. She looks up at me as I pass and for an instance our eyes meet. She smiles briefly and I return the smile nodding my head slightly as I continue into the library. I find an empty desk and set my books down then wander through the library, collecting material for my research. I settle down at. I just kept using his penis like an airbrush, painting my abstract piss-art on a tree, I don't know why I was doing it, I just thought it was fun. After all I was a bit tipsy myself.After a long minute of pretty continuous flow, he trickled down to nothing, forcing out the last few spurts, before I used my index and second finger to squeeze out the last couple of drops from his cock, with some of them landing on my hand, then I quietly pulled his trackies back over his groin and wiped my wet. Mom wasn’t stupid. She might have been hurt for a second as she saw my stiff cock wilt like warm lettuce, but then she saw the look in my eyes. She saw the pain of my knowledge that she would soon be gone from our midst, that she would soon be deceased. Then she understood. I didn’t lose my interest because she lacked sex appeal. I lost it because I recalled her mortality and her imminent demise. She pulled me closer and kissed me softly on the lips again.“I know ... I know. You’re gonna miss. I was consumed with sucking this beauty only somewhat aware that he was taking off his pants. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth. Hard and smooth. But I also wanted it in my pussy.I reluctantly took it out of my mouth and stood up... turned my back to him I hiked up my skirt to my waist and pulled my panties aside. I was very wet.Mike didn't need to be told what to do.... as I bent over the bed, he slowly worked his cock into my soaking pussy. I felt a mini orgasm build in my quickly.