I was nothing but an innocent voyeur as she reached behind herself, dipped two fingers between her slightly puffy, cum bejewelled lips, grabbed hold o... my cock, smeared her arousal across its head whilst it quivered in time to my raggedy breath, stroked a hand down the inside of my thigh, pushed them wider, turned her head, looked me in the face and in a voice thick with lust murmured:“Hold it for me.”I did; I reached down and gripped my cock at its base, at the point where it spread my. I won’t go into all the details, but to be honest, I was both angry and frustrated with my son. He seems to have learned nothing in his thirty-three years on this earth. He has a sense of entitlement that allows him to think he will just go on the way he has without interruption. Yesterday, I disabused him of that notion. ‘I have told him that I will be selling the retail furniture store to a national chain sometime in the next month. The offer has been on the table for some time, and I have. Babs never took her eyes off our cocks; she was thoroughly enraptured. After a couple minutes more, her breathing got heavier, and her eyes glazed over. Her body started to convulse and shake, her cock twitched inside the nylon, and then I felt the hot wet fluid wash over my cock and soak into the stocking. That was the signal that started my own orgasm on it's way; Babs' cock was softening, but mine was looking more vascular, even through the black, damp nylon. And then I felt my testicles. "That mark our place; and in the sky"In ships and orbital facilities in space throughout the Thuleat system, on-duty service personnel were observing the goings-on. They too were wearing their dress uniforms, wedge caps, Sam Browne belt, shiny shoes, freshly-pressed creases. They were standing at At Ease, like Kowalski and his battalion. For this was the most sacred day in the Confederacy, more than Christmas, or Passover, or Daliwal. This was Remembrance Day, November the Eleventh. Back on.