It seems like every lesson was at the opposite end of the college. I feel as though I’ve walked miles. And my neck aches like hell."I smiled at her.... "Well that’s something I can do something about. Come and sit here on one of the chairs and then I’ll be able to stand behind you and give you a massage." Oh would you," said Julie."Yes, of course. Come on." I walked over to one of the big armchairs and stood behind it.Julie got up off the couch and as she walked over to where I stood, I admired. My wife, who had visibly enjoyed being fucked by six old but experienced men, went into the house to take a shower. We men made a de-briefing at a glass of rosé. "We have to do that again!" was the clear tenor! "Your chocolate mouse doesn't just look good, she can also fuck great!" Hans-Gerd and Xavier said "necessarily! We want to stick our cocks in her fucking hole and in her asshole, too!" The men suggested that we golf as planned in the morning and fuck in the afternoon. We all agreed with. “What the fuck! Mom, how could you do such a fucked up thing to him!” I didn’t know who Sir Paul was talking about but he wasn’t asking his mom – he was accusing her of something. Even I could understand that.“I know. I warned you,” mistress admitted to Sir Paul. “But he would have done the same to me.”“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Sir Paul said. Then he turned his attention to me. “Will you do it? Even after what mom’s done to you?”I looked blankly at him, then my eyes watered. I knew he. ..oh god I'm cumming...your dicks so big...long....wantta suck it so bad....fuckit....unghhh......arghhhhh then she fucked her ass hard and deep with the vibe turned wide open while screaming her pleasure and needs.I cum so hard my cum shot in a long pearlescent ribbon about five feet in the air, then another, then another and another, until my dick looked like a percolating coffee pot, my ball juice bubbling and spurting from my tip until my hands were both coated in my sticky warm seed. "Oh.