You, Mom!" he gasped, staring directly between my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hun...rily at his own mother s sopping crotch. "Ohhh, Charles!", I gasped. Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her younger lover. Surprisingly, Charles knew exactly what to do. He parted his soft, young lips and let my tongue enter his hot, panting mouth, slithering his own tongue past. Any investigation of the vehicle would get at least one casualty and this one would be within range of the sentry points. Anyone trying to help a wounded man would be shot. More were placed in the sheltered places that men could use to attack the sentry points. It was as good as they could do without explosives.Bill hadn't lain down until almost four in the morning. "I think I'm getting old," he grumbled as he stumbled into the living room and got a cup of coffee. Everyone else was up and. Perfect doesn't exist you know!" How could he not exist? You just don't randomly give your one virtue away so easily, do you? He has to exist, right?I guess that part is yet to be written audience. You'll have to wait and see...Quentin was your ideal playboy; young, rich, incredibly handsome, and very successful. He lived in a way many would see as opulent or gluttonous; houses, boats, cars...women. He was the envy of most who wanted to model themselves after this sexually caviler man. His. I was a bit afraid as I haven’t seen her like that before, she started pissing and I started drinking very fast but at one point I was unable to take any more and I closed my mouth, my nose and face was filled with her urine and I recoiled as I was unable to breath, I somehow caught my breath back. When I saw her face I was scared deep coz she was very angry and I was afraid. She slapped me hard on my penis and I cried loud to which she slapped me again on my face and asked me to keep quiet and.