Pushing Brooke over the edge once had been great.  Twice had been fantastic, but as he eagerly attacked her sex until she was shaking and writhing with rolling climaxes, Parker knew that he had finally gotten her to the point that they were both ready for the next step.  When he finally pulled back and made his ultimatum allowing the older woman to decide exactly where she was about to get fucked, Parker watched with a pleased smirk as she slowly peeled herself up off of the counter.<br/><br/>Letting his hands fall downward as the last button on his shirt opened, Parker watched Brooke’s hand reach for his belt, and as she took a hold he was eagerly led from the kitchen where it had all begun.  To his surprise, Brooke did not lead him to her bedroom, instead making for the much closer loveseat.  As they reached the next venue for their sexcapades, Parker’s mind wondered if Brooke was going to lay back to be drilled, or perhaps bend over the side, but it seemed she had another surprise in store.<br/><br/>Off balance from expecting Brooke to offer herself up, Parker fell back into a seated position, and watched with wide eyes the insanely erotic sight of Ms Summers dropping to her knees for him.  As she reached for his belt once more, Parker was quick to lift his hips, allowing her all the access she needed to work his pants down.  “Oh fuck…” He whispered as the blonde worked his pants open and off, and a second later had the full length of his cock springing free as if it was lunging for her.  “If you think I am against you returning the favor you are…..ah!” He began, the words falling apart as the first touch of her warm lips on his cockhead made him jump.<br/><br/>“Fuuuuck yes, that’s good...Broo….Ms Summers” Parker said as her kisses drew deeper and her tongue swirled, until soon her hot mouth was enveloping him.   Leaning forward, Parker reached down Brooke’s sides, grasping her blouse and tugging on it eagerly, eager to free her tits at last.  Once she took the hint and removed her top, Parker was quick to run his fingertips along her scalp, burying his fingers in her hair and pulling her lips close to his swollen mast once more.<br/><br/>“Talk about a dream come true...”