Becky said, show me. Show me what you have been doing with my panties. I keep finding them soaked in your cum when I get home. So I responded, saying ...ell I keep finding them folded up with your cum in them. Becky giggled, saying well yes, it is my room, my panties and my pussy that I make cum while thinking of what you’re doing with them and your cock.Becky said, my sister and mom are in the other room, so get to it. She reached down, feeling my cock in my pants and expressing her liking. After seeing Her do a few poses my underpants were soon full of cum.One of the joys of worshipping Miss Melanie – who knew that seeing Her show Her stocking-tops would soon have me nodding and moaning in blatant perv ecstasy – was that She would hand me the three packs of Her photos at the start of the Worship Session. While She took my case and opened it to see what pervy things I’d been up to, and to take out one of the huge fat ‘magazines’ I’d made up of Her photos, crammed full of toilet. Lifting my legs licking my balls and under my cock. He was hungry. He pulled the top of the tights down and my hard cock flopped out and he licked and sucked me like a pro. I came in a few minutes…you would have too.I came like five ropes as he jacked me off….I told him to get on the bed. I stood up adjusted my tights and had him lay back as I stood at the edge of the bed. I lifted his legs high flipping off his moms 800 dollar shoes as they hit the floor his stocking feet exposed. I sucked his. “Is there anything I can do?”“Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues, running her forefingers across the bartender’s lips and shyly popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.“What should I tell him?” the bartender manages to ask.“Tell him,” she whispers, “there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.”Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting.