I immediately told him that I didn’t require any more details. Trev did, nonetheless, tell me that they paid very well.“Are you into scat?” I ap...prehensively asked.“No, not at all, but as you know, ‘the customer is always right,’” he answered, quoting the old cliché.“But… Are you into fisting?” I asked, intrigued.“Jesus, Matt, I love fisting,” he qualified.“Giving or receiving?” I inquired.“Both,” he replied, before asking, “Have you ever tried it?”“No… Never,” I responded.“Well, Matt, this is. It was easily 9" and much wider than mine. She seemed to be enjoying his massive cock in her mouth. Sarah grabbed me, stripped me naked and started sucking my cock. She knew her way around my cock but I was not interested in this right now. I wanted her pussy. The same landing strip I was starring at all night. The one I had been thinking about all day since I heard her moan in ecstasy. It was now my life's goal to make her scream as loud as she was earlier.No louder. I wanted her husband to. He opened up the vertical blinds, then did the same to the two windows on the other wall. He then opened the front door wide and turned the music up a little louder before sitting back down in the chair. Jane had taken her shirt off and was swinging it over her head. She threw it towards him then kicked off her shoes. She unbuttoned her jeans and began slowly lowering them as she swayed and gyrated."What are you doing, you little monster! Close the blinds! Someone might see me!" Oh yeah? Well,. Maybe because you want to fuck him, or don't you remember when you told me about how you screwed his brains out in your dreams."I almost dropped the phone when I heard that and thought. Holly shit! Mom wants to fuck me after all.With my ear glued to the phone, I heard mom reply, "That’s… that’s different. That was a fantasy. It's not supposed to happen for real." Why isn't it? I mean, if he's willing and you want to, I don't see the problem. If I remember right, I believe I told you before to.