Her son started to pour their combined sperm and cunt juices from the bowl into her mouth slowly. When his mother's mouth was full of their gooey, cre...my sex fluid mixture, Mark stop pouring. He watched his mother's throat muscle working as her swallowed the content in her mouth all the way into her stomach. These sex fluid cocktails of both mother and son has been stored in Susan's own cunt over night. It tasted like ambrosia to her although it has a strong gamey favor to it. Susan smack her. He felt himself stiffening again, and he fled — from the image, back to the real woman, waiting for him back in the kitchen. She had poured the beer already, and he took it, guzzled it down, and she poured him another. It occurred to him that he was going to have to pee again, and that made him start to giggle. When he tried to stop it, it turned into a hiccup instead. ‘What is the matter?’ she asked. ‘Are you feeling indisposed?’ ‘I am dying,’ he said. ‘I require mouth to mouth. It’s for a Seal team or several Operatives. A typical 9hp Yamaha or Johnson won’t push it.”“Got time?”“For what?”“Come out to the boat and have a look,” I said.So ... the conversation took an interesting turn.“Where did you get that?”“The Kiwi’s gave it to us. They found it on the bottom of Shoal Bay after an enormous explosion during a kidnapping attempt.”“There’s no markings,” the captain commented... “Wait. Kidnapping attempt?”“Yeah, Surprise saved us. There wasn’t enough left of the. He passed Christelle her drink and picked up his own. ‘Happy holidays!’ he proposed and they clinked glasses. ‘Happy holidays!’ repeated Christelle as they both took a large slurp of the golden liquid. He put his arm around her shoulder and she again nestled into the security of his strong arms. ‘You know I like you.’ she began. ‘YesI know.’ ‘I really do,’ she repeated wanting to convince him. ‘I know you like me, but its the big problem of my life. Women like me, but they don’t want me. I get.