Recent Blogs: PUMP THAT ASS was in no condition to go anywhere; he didn't even have the strength to pull his trunks back up. Leaning back, Johnny's eyes inadvertently went to Susie's picture on the desk. He quickly glanced away; it seemed somehow disrespectful to look at Susie right after cumming all over her mom's face and tits. He glanced down to where his poor, spent crank lay against his thigh. Incredibly enough he was still semi-hard. A thin trickle of clear liquid leaked out and formed a little puddle on his inner thigh.
Johnny was still leaning back on the desk with his trunks around his thighs when Mrs. Hanson returned. She glanced down at his cock and smiled that winning smile of hers. In her hand she held one of the white towels from the locker room, she had a couple more folded over her other arm. "Let me clean you off," she offered, eyes going back to his crotch.
Johnny shifted nervously as Mrs. Hanson proceeded to wipe his dick and balls with the wet towel. Mrs. Hanson had used hot water to moisten the towel, however, and Johnny soon felt familiar tinglings deep down in the base of his balls. "Oh my goodness! You're ready for another round at it, aren't you?" Mrs. Hanson remarked. He almost died of embarrassment when she said, "I'd forgotten how it is for a younger man!"
