“Everyone in?” Joan asked, “Good, now Dumpster take my cock in your mouth, if I cum during the ride you take it in and we’ll have you checked ...nother time.” The girl did as instructed and started working on the massive pole, sucking and jerking it. “don’t try and make me cum stupid,” Joan protested and pulled her cock free, “now I’ll have to cum soon and you know I can’t cum in Natasha’s office, guess I’ll have to cum here, stay in the car.” Joan ordered and left the Van.She walked to a big. His gaze is obscured by his long, dark lashes. She turns her head away, content now to enjoy the sensation. She feels Marcel's hands traveling the length of her sensuous, nude back. He splays his hands softly under her bottom and cups each cheek in his hands. He leans down. She feels the silk of his tie brushing the small of her back. Marcel plants a kiss on her coccyx. She wiggles her creamy cheeks and the sensual assault intensifies. He plants warm kisses up along her spine, spreading his. The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could. Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son. I agreed.She liked to play out different fantasy scenes with me. In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her. In one I would write a lot mother son fantasies that I would submit to incest magazines or to adult sites on the web… until she caught me. In some I would rape her or blackmail her into having sex. In some she would. I squeezed his cock and stroked it, licking it from base to tip and back again. He was throbbing and very hard, clearly enjoying my sloppy seconds. John's cock was soaked with a tangy mixture of Paula's juices and my cum. As I tugged him, sucking and licking, beads of precum constantly oozed from the tip. I kept visiting the head of his cock, flicking my tongue against his pee hole, adding his taste to the mixture. I grasped John's shaft, and lined him up again with my wife's puffy pussy lips..