When we got down at the airport vishaka asked me if I read the stories regularly, I did not realise what she was saying then and just passed it as a c...mment… Later in the evening while we were having dinner she asked me again if I read the stories regularly, I tried to stall but she asked point blank if I read erotic stories regularly, I had no escape, so I told her that my wife is carrying since last 7 months due to which I am physically unsatisfied. She gave me a wink, held my hand and said. It was a rather crudely made affair that was obviously hastily built. Leather cuffs were nailed to one end, with another cuff on either side, about in the middle. It was made of simple plywood supported by 2 by 4's for the legs and frame. It looked like one end had an extra little shelf underneath, but I didn't know why."Lie down with your head at this end," Grandpa told me, patting the bench for emphasis. I climbed on top, lying on my back. It was just a short bench, and my legs dangled. "Yes mom" Matt said. "It's a motorcycle." You know how I feel about these things" his mother continued to scowl."I know" Matt sighed. "Look, I wear a helmet, I took every safety course." He told his mother. "I'm twenty-seven mom, and I LIKE riding OK."Jill sighed heavily. She knew her son was a man now. God forbid his physical appearance reminded her of it whenever she saw him. His piercing blue eyes and broad shoulders, along with his strong embrace when they met were constant reminders of the. I'm not wearing panties and I can feel myself starting to drip onto the floor. I start running my hand up my thigh, stroking slowly in circles until I reach my clit. It's already soaked and a hard nub. As soon as I touch it, I moan loudly around your cock. That sets you off and you cum in my mouth. Shooting rope after rope of thick cum down my throat. As soon as you cum, I remember where we are and hope noone has missed you yet. But I need to be fucked, now! I jump up and spin around bending.