I could tell by that certain sensation that I was already oozing precum and I hoped I'd get some interesting possibilities from some sharp-eyed hottie...zero-ing in on the spreading wet stain in my tent-poled sweats. I was shameless. Not exactly the guy you wanna' take home to meet mom. Hey, I'm twenty years old, okay, and not interested in buying china together. I just wanna' obey my genetic imperative man... a healthy male specimen at twenty is a****l-driven by mother nature to spread. “Get on the bed. All fours,” he ordered.I pulled myself up and walked past him to the king bed. As ordered, I got on my hands and knees.I felt his hands grab at the sides of my undies and pulled them off me roughly. I then felt a wam wet object, his tongue, trace over my ass and down to the crack of my pussy. I then felt him place two fingers, facing down, into my soaked vagina. Mike started to rock his fingers deep in me, curving the down to stroke at my g-spot. The webbing of his hand rubbed. He showed her off to everyone as Jennifer. And she clung to his arm like the obedient woman he expected her to be. He stood over her and was at least six foot and a couple inches tall. She would swat him and giggle, batting her eyes at him everytime he would grab her ass. Sometimes he was a little rough and she knew his pinches and physical attention to her body would leave their mark on her. After a catered meal and some lavish awards for safety, they left the venue and headed out into the. "I was shocked to hear Mom use the 'fuck' word as I couldn't remember ever having heard her swear before and I wondered if foul language was a bit of a turn-on for her. I vowed to find out but first I re-assured her that I would stick by her wishes and I pulled her into my arms and we kissed for a long time. I was highly excited by the time we ended our kiss and, going by the way that Mom's nipples were prodding me, she was also aroused.After removing my arms from round her I whispered in her.