My soapy hands traveled down my body, slowly rubbing my balls and cock. I imagined bathing with mom, thrusting my dick between her tits. I imagined sq...eezing her tits while her hot breath and saliva trickled on my pulsating cock head. I wanted to moan her name, addressing her as “Mom! Oh, mom!” Ejaculating all over her tits and her face, watching her lap up my cum from her lips.That image alone made me cum like a horse, and I kept imagining mom’s tits, and was moaning mom’s name. Suddenly the. You never had a chance”“You planned the whole thing?” I asked.“Julie made sure you would say yes, no matter what Michelle asked you, sound familiar? Then we made sure you would come back to Julie’s house after the Prom. Then, let me guess, Julie suggested you go back to your house to change out of your tux? And Michelle should maybe go with you in case you needed help? You think it was a coincidence Michelle didn’t wear anything under that freaking skin tight gown? We planned every bit of that. For the last few hours, the dog had lain on the floor next to Denise as if dead, ignoring the commotion in the bus, apparently resigned to the fact that Peggy had abandoned him and that he couldn't be part of the wild goings-on.Romeo moved up to sniff at Denise's tits. Denise shivered as the hot breath of the dog caressed her nipples. His tongue came out and he started to lick, and Denise gasped out loud."Romeo," she whispered. "Stop!"She did nothing to stop him, though. Delicious thrills. " They werecompletely wild now and Sarah sobbed as she reflected that she had anothertwenty-four hours of this to go. The pelting got harder and harder. She noted,in spite of her pain and humiliation, that this time, unlike her session inthe pillory, it was mainly her body rather than her head which got hit. Thecrowd also seemed to be more accurate in their throwing, perhaps because ofthe practice they had had earlier on. The force of the missiles hurt Sarah badly as they thudded into her.