His mother's hair was wrapped in pink curlers.She grabbed her boy and gave him a big smack on his cheek while squeezing the life out of him. "Where ha...e you been for six weeks? Why didn't you call?" Ma, you knew where I was and you had my cell phone number. You could've called me," Travis softly replied.His mother cocked her head towards the kitchen and rolled her eyes in the same direction. Travis caught the inference and nodded his understanding. He watched his mother's face change to wonder. Now they had gone from job to job and were having problems with their on/off ex bf who they owed money to etc. They eventually left the job and got another job for a few months until they got made redundant. The money problems followed them and they needed to pay for a holiday. One night on MSN we were chatting and i jokingly mentioned sex for money, and we went back and forth on it over the next couple weeks until i said something and they agreed to it. I won't go into the price but on reading. She lay over the tailgate, twitching and shuddering, and I lay over her, with my softening dick still inside her. I couldn’t move for about ten minutes or so, after that. Later, as we were driving back to town, Cindy asked that I never fuck her ass when we were in a motel, or at her house. She said that she had to squeal like a pig to enjoy it. I started calling her my Little Miss Piggy and she would just smile, and never say a word. When I asked her what it felt like, she said, “You feel like. His fingers work around your pussy, not getting too close to your clit or wet opening, but just enough for your moans to be real when they do get close. Finally, after what seems an eternity, his finger brushes across your aching clit. Your back arches and you let our a loud moan. His fingers are getting busier, rubbing your clit and slightly dipping inside your love hole to gather and spread the honey. You are struggling with your lack of mobility, and your body wants to instinctively gyrate.