I couldn't believe how hard I was and before long I was squirting my cum onto the blanket of the bed. I felt Alan grab my hips and plunge one last ti...me and felt the warmness of his cum fill my bowels. Alan rolled off me and went to the bathroom while I just laid there feeling his cum leak from my ass and roll down my thighs. My mind was whirling as I thought about what had just happened and the reprecussions of it. I heard Alan enter the bedroom but I didn't look at him. I felt his. The Jefferson Airplane, Steppenwolf, Jimi Hendrix and songs from the musical Hair were on the playlist the hosts had put together with help from their legal guardian, Ted Michaels, who had been born in the Sixties and had a “thing” for hippies. In fact, there were fifty songs; only those kids who arrived early and stayed late were likely to hear them all. Some of the songs most of the kids knew or knew a little bit at least. Some only a few of them knew, and some even Paul and Paula had only. Protecting her real name, I will just refer to the now GILF as ‘Kat’. Kat always wore a very long dress but nine times out of ten, she wore a low cut top along with her dress to church. There were times that I would walk into the kitchen during potluck and she would bend over to take food out of the oven and I would see her big voluptuous Double D breasts cleavage and part of her bra as she bent forward picking things up. After church was over, I would go home and masturbate imagining what I. I’m fiddling with the remote control. The aircon is just blowing warm air. Something is definitely wrong: “I’ll call service tomorrow.” Nadine’s walking back to my bedroom. “Mom, it’s broken. Can I sleep with you? I can’t sleep without aircon. Please?” Katia asks: “Have you tried the fan mode of the aircon? Won’t that breeze cool you down a bit?” “It’s just blowing warm air! And you know that I’m sensitive to direct air-drafts. I won’t get a good night’s sleep. Pleeeeaase? It’s so nice and cool.