But nothing had happened, no hints, no flirting. He was obviously a good friend to me, respecting our relationship.But overnight obviously something h...d changed. Maybe you'd taken advantage of a morning mood in Rob. I don't know whether to wake up and give my assurances that this was OK, or enjoy the show through sounds and closed eyes. I went with the former. You were groaning gently, still dressed, well clothed, with a black thong and black strappy top. About a minute later, I heard him. I licked her panty's crotch tasting my own mom’s sweat and juices. I could smell her strong scent and I began to pull my cock out and slowly stroke myself. My mind was fixated on the recent images in my head from accidentally seeing my mom naked. Her pussy was beautiful with a dark curly bush neatly trimmed into a triangle. Her skin was olive toned and still firm and smooth for a woman in her late 40s. Her tits were equally breathtaking as the 36C pair hung gracefully from her chest. I needed. I think someones enjoying herself, isnt she? his voice is dangerous, and theres a glint I didnt see before, malice. Its not from this that Im wet, its from before, its not fair. Hmm, thats not what I think. I think you like pain, you get off on it dont you? I felt him pull my underwear out of the way as I struggled harder, but he plunged himself into me. It hurt, god it hurt. I screamed and screamed as he thrust harder and harder. Stopppp! Stop! I dont! Stop! His fist connected with my head. Everyone knew what it was, but it was an awesome sight nonetheless.In the command bunker flatscreens flared with the wealth of incoming data. Within a second, the volume of data transmitted back would've kept human analysts busy for a month. Ground penetrating radar revealed a three dimensional view of what lay under the surface to a depth of 20 metres. A city grid like image revealed underground fuel and ammo dumps, power cabling, water mains, everything that could be remotely interesting to.