I had placed the bowl in the right place, though, and nothing got ruined. Except maybe her dignity.When she was finished she fell back against the cou...h with a flop. She threw one arm across her eyes and curled her legs up against her stomach in a little ball. I took the bowl in the kitchen and rinsed it out, then grabbed a Gatorade out of the fridge and brought the drink and the bowl back out with me. She saw me coming and looked away, shaking her head slightly."It'll help, trust me. Keep you. ..Her blouse was being pelted and soiled by stray shots of his cum. Over and over again, hot cum shot violently from his dick splashing hard against her panting lips and across her face, as she beat him off mercilessly. Donna gave a low yelp as the creamy semen splashed onto her forehead, her fist beating on his cock faster yet. She really felt like such a dirty slut now! "Oh, Oh, OOOH" she yelped as each i****tuous ribbon of her son's jit ejaculated in hot succession against her. I want to tell him what's happening to me. But I don't think I can get the words out, and I don't know if I want to lay this on him."Sophia took a deep breath. "First of all, don't drop it on him on the bus. Do what I did-give him your phone number and ask him to call. Tell him you need a friend to talk to. He'll call, I can almost guarantee it. Secondly, you need to lay this on someone. He's almost begging you to. Third, if you don't think you can get the words out, practice." What do you. . and in the final call instructed her to prepare for him when she got home. She had felt herself blush in the office as she listened to his words. She was to take off the suit and shirt, wrap herself in her black silk japanese gown and be waiting for him in the kitchen when he got home. As he opened the door she was to spread the gown and offer herself to him. He would either take her to their pleasure room or use her right there over the table – for his pleasure and her own. OR She heard the.