You have fluids all over the place! Go shower."The boys shower room was a bullpen type, with showerheads around the wall and a wide open space in the ...iddle. She walked in and turned on the water, holding her head under the spray. I enjoyed seeing her ass pointing to me, with her tits peeking out at me as she turned from side to side. She grabbed some shampoo and worked it in, then rinsed it off. Then she turned to face me and started soaping up her body. She must have felt that her tits were. There was a large stone staircase leading up to massive doors in the center of the building, and Taryn?s young face burned with embarrassment as the cart drove straight-on toward the steps, on which sat or stood maybe a dozen teen boys. All of them turned to watch the cart come nearer and she could see grins on their faces as they looked at her spread legs and modest panties. She felt like some grotesque living hood ornament. Barry drew the cart to a stop directly in front of the boys. Taryn. It said do your best but it still won't be good enough.I could read Sammy's smiles and recognized his mother in him because Sammy Gerard is my son. My daughter Maggie is in the stands cheering for her younger brother; she never lets him forget that she is the oldest.My son feels he's too old to be called Sammy; he prefers Sam or Jr. He may be right. Sam Jr. at 15 is just two inches short of my 6' 4. He has my dark hair and blue eyes but his smile is his mother's. Sammy hasn't filled out yet but. ." he snarled, grasping my nipples tightly and making me groan, "... are the titties you wanted to show that college boy, are they?" Ohhh..." was all I could manage as he shook my breasts by the nipples and my eyes rolled back into my head."These are your naughty hard fucking nipples. Say it," he demanded, pinching them harder."They're my... oooohh... my ha... hard fucking nipples fuckkk... Ooohhh I'm sorrrrryyy, Daddyyy..." Get your clamps, these titties need to learn a lesson. Go on, hurry.