I moved some fresh cans and crisp packets out of harm’s way. The place stank of piss even more than earlier on. We stuck our torches upright in the ...iles of sand covering the floor. We needed a little illumination for what was to come next! “Drop them!” he ordered. I complied, pulling my leather chaps right down. I bent down on all fours, jockstrap still in place and my head only just above the sand-covered floor. “Fifty!” he announced. I should explain that our leather strap is heavy duty. It. I have to keep looking at the road, but I peek at you once in a while. You are touching yourself and moaning even louder them me. It looks like you are gonna have an orgasm... you head is back, your neck is wet with sweat, both your hands busy pleasuring yourself and me at the same time... suddenly you stop moaning, put your feet back down on the ground, and start leaning over to me; you kiss my neck, my shoulder, lift my shirt up and kiss my belly. Your mouth is close to my dick and I am. As I laid there on my back, I started remembering more details, my mind started to try and convince me that none of it had happened, that it was all a dream. There’s no way that Chelsea wanted to sleep with other women. And then I heard a sound that made me turn my head. Chelsea was moaning, and I wasn’t doing anything. I looked down between her legs and last night’s events instantly became real again. Kayla’s pretty face was buried between my wife’s hips and bobbing up and down slightly. . She feels her nipples harden at thought of her son’s girlfriend. She tries to tell herself that she wasn’t imaging that it was her instead that her son was servicing.Thinking it is too early for anyone else to be up, Joyce doesn’t bother putting on her usual robe when she heads for the bathroom. Thinking of that bath oil, she could use a good soaking in it. But before she heads out the door, she grabs the set of photos she had found in Candace’s underwear drawer. These are the photos she has.