She was laying on the cold concrete floor. She looked down at herself, her body completely naked. Her mind filled with panic. How did she get here? Wh... is she naked? She leaped up and went for the door. It was locked. She banged on the door. "Hello! Is anyone there? Someone let me out!" There was no reply. She circled the room looking for anything that might help her understand her situation.After what felt like hours she heard a noise come from behind the door. The door unlocked in and walked. Lying there sated for the moment I smiled, life really was looking up at the moment.Dragging my body off the bed and into the shower was harder than it should have been given what was waiting for me in this evening. All this jacking off really must drain a person physically; at least it didn't make you blind like the old wives' tales suggested.The shower was both relaxing and reviving; the urgency I'd been feeling rescinded, as did the drained sensation.What to wear was the next problem and one. “I have long, auburn hair, emerald eyes, and a heart-shaped face covered in freckles.” “Umm, Mark's always liked red-heads,” my mom cooed. “Uhh, what's your bust size?” “32B, covered in freckles” Mary purred. “They're firm and perky. And I have a great ass. Your son really loves it.” “Oh, yes, I bet he does!” There was a stifled moan and heavy breathing. “I'm an art student at De Vry,” Mary continued. She was rubbing one of her perky tits, now, playing with the hard nipple through her dress. “I. I pressed my thumb against his hole and stretched it just slightly to see the cavern I was going to be plunging my dick into feeling that it was wet and already slightly loose, I looked back up at him with a raised brow about to ask if he did any early prep when he answered for me, “i-it was too early to be getting out of bed and you were too deeply asleep to wake up”A smirk spread across my lips as I leaned in to kiss his neck while opening the drawer next to us to grab the emergency baby oil,.