And now that was gone.My son let go of my hips, giving the decision to me.This was my chance to stop this. To lift my body up and allow his cock to sl...p out of my very wet pussy. To take control of this bizarre situation.And I did take control. Although not as a mother, but as a horny slut.I continued the slow motion riding that my son had been controlling.Suddenly, it wasn't my son forcing me to ride him, it was me willingly riding him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration. It was far over to the right and had it’s lights off. It wasn’t the type of place to leave a car over night. I stopped. “What do you think?” I asked. “They are probably just doing the same as us,” she replied with a smile. I drove to the opposite end of the car park near the orange light and parked up. Sophie laughed because she knew what was next. In seconds I had removed her head rest, pulled her seat forward and lifted the lever that dropped her seat flat. It was something I had off to a. They make sure all the girls behave like proper young ladies." "I'll vouch for that," Leslie declared. "What you described sounds almost like what happened to me," Heather exclaimed after a moment. "But what do you do if the blood test comes back okay?" "I send all my blood samples to a lab that I own," Dr. Trate chuckled. "The test results always come back showing some sort of imbalance." "Did I really have a fungal/virus infection," Heather asked with deep suspicion. "It really doesn't. I’m not like that.”“Nnng.”“Ahhkk.”“Yes, the non-stop drooling down onto your chest is pretty disgusting, Mo - I know. But it’s just between friends, and I couldn’t see anyone here disrespecting a friend. Not by mentioning you are drooling like a rabid Saint Bernard after a long walk.”“Fuuffckssss!”“Clarissa! I know you’re probably impatient to get on with the game, but a little control, please. What will our friends think?”“Fuuffckssss!”“All right! You know, a little self-discipline wouldn’t be.