He released the seat lever, reclining it all the way back and pulled his mom on top of his lap with her legs straddling his thighs. “You want your s...n’s huge, hard cock Mom?” Jim asked. No reply. “Answer me!” he snarled. “Yes” she uttered, as she turned her head to face away from him. “No Mom” Jim stated, as he squeezed her throat with his right hand, applying the needed pressure to rotate her head back to compel her to directly look into his eyes. “Tell me want your son’s hard cock to fuck. ’ Mike said pulling out a couple of water bottles out of his coat. ‘Oh no not water?’ I said mockingly ‘It’s Grey Goose thank you very much, and just for that you aren’t getting any!’ Mike replied. ‘Why do I care I don’t drink?’ I smiled knowing that he was joking and that his fun was not my fun. Everyone knew that. Travis wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led the way. I could tell by the way Cara was looking at me that she likes the idea of Travis and I being together. We set up a spot. Maybe I shocked her; can't read her eyes so good yet, so I give her another minute. People can't stand silence. Even reporters who should know better. They got to hear something, even if it's their own mouth running. I wait on people a lot, and I learn a lot from it.But time passed, and she kept gaping at me; and I come to understand she's playin' the game too. So I says, and not unkindly, "So, talk to me."I just wanna get her going again, you know?"Well ... in my story," she's now biting on. “I don’t know what was about honestly, but I think I want more,” I said. “Me too,” Carrie replied. Then we began making out passionately for a couple minutes. Neither one of us ever been with another woman before, so this was something new to both of us. We both wrapped our arms around each other and just made out for about 5 minutes straight as I leaned down on my back while we were on the couch. We both closed ours eyes, so we both were enjoying it, maybe we were both secretly lesbian and we.