After about an hour there were 4 of is left as blokes do we were studying the women there and rating them.A bit later on I spotted a blonde at the bar... who seemed to be on her own and had an amazing ass that filled her jeans to perfection. I pointed her out to the rest of the lads and they all agreed. Despite us not taking our eyes of her she didn’t turn round so we didn’t know whether the rest of her matched the beauty of her ass.Ten minutes later it was my turn to get the drinks in so I made. When 8:15 came, I told my parents that I was going down to the Wilsons' to watch a movie and headed out the front door and down the street, but instead of ducking into the Wilsons' house, I turned left and walked down to the next corner to wait for Paul. I was about ten minutes early, and he was clearly anticipating our meeting as well, as he rolled up in his truck about five minutes early than we had agreed on. I hopped in the seat next to him, leaned over to him and immediately planted. Bobby’s prick was actually a fair bit of man meat, eight inches in length, but Beth wasn’t willing to give her son the satisfaction of a compliment. He didn’t seem to mind the insult, obediently wrapping the fingers of both hands around his fully aroused dick. Falling into a natural rhythm that matched his mother’s oscillating hips, he firmly stroked his cock.Beth gave a hard thrust, pushing her son against the headboard. He leaned forward, contorting his back. “Closer!” Beth demanded,. He just wanted to cum. Hard. In his mind’s eye, he could already picture Scarlett lying naked on his bed, letting out feminine whimpers as she fucked her pussy with a toy and pretended it was his cock inside of her. He wished that he could see her in front of him, smell the aroma of her cum, and feel her sweat-soaked body tangled with his. He was so wrapped up in his little fantasy that he didn’t even notice as the object of said fantasies entered the room. Oblivious to her presence, he.