Yeah ... Um-huh ... Yeah..." she whispered, panting the words and gasping as I stiffened my tongue, working it between her swollen pussy lips."Hmmmph!..." I moaned, swallowing her juices as even more of her cum ran down my cheeks and chin and neck. Mom got really wet when she was cumming!She groaned loudly, almost collapsing on her rubbery legs when I brought her off three times in quick succession.I'd never sucked pussy before in my life, but I knew what I was doing, believe me. I'd been made for. I got little carried away. Sorry but it just felt so good." she said impishly, trying to keep her body between him and the room."Ma'am, there was a report of things breaking." The man spoke so softly that no one other than she could hear him."Oh, I..." she looked at him uncertainly."Do you need help?" the man asked, sympathy in his eyes."I don't know how you could help me ... he's my husband." she whispered back,"Has he hurt you?"She nodded and let her robe loosen enough that he could see the. I didn’t think we would, since we came from radically different backgrounds, but we did. Jeff was a really nice guy. Like me, he was Roman Catholic by birth. He came from the city of Boston, in Massachusetts. He used to play football for Boston College High School, an all-male private school. Now, he’s a running back on the Illyria College Varsity Football team. I am a football fan, even though I stopped playing football after sophomore year at South Central High School. Why did I stop playing?. It was funny that I was somewhat mean to Angie. She wasn't doing anything that I wasn't doing. I guess it was just that one chance we might have been together."Brad, maybe we can see each other later?" she asked."No, I don't think so, Angie, but have a nice time." I walked away and was going to leave when the gal whose computer I fixed came up to me."Brad, you made it. You did come. Want to dance?" Sure. Sally, isn't it? I'd love to dance with you."She had a nice firm body. I had my hands on.