Ben.]“Ben!”Lisa woke with a start and realized that she wasn’t at her home or in her bed. The cock moving in her wasn’t her husband’s. She h...d somehow managed to fall asleep. Her son’s cock releasing another load into her had awaken her.For his part, Josh was somewhere between dream world and reality. He was consciously aware that he was fucking his mom, but it wasn’t in some abandoned barn. His brain had them back home, at his school, and every other place he had once imagined fucking her. The charabanc journey was slow and bumpy. Tom was seated in the back row of five, between Clara Livingston and Belinda Stourton, both in their best finery. Pierce, the butler, silently sweating in his customary dark suit, with shirt and necktie, was seated towards the front of the vehicle, as befitted his high position 'below stairs', and Mrs Pierce, the Cook, had had to be content with a seat in the row behind. Footmen and chauffeurs occupied other seats. Lord Astley had bestowed two crates of. His headaches had abated and although he had occasional nausea and dizziness, those episodes were getting fewer and farther between. He hoped he'd be cleared for light exercise soon, although the doctor was in no hurry. He, on the other hand, harbored some hope that he'd be back before the playoffs were over.In fact, he was well enough that he was going to watch game seven at Verizon Center from the press box. It wasn't anywhere near as good as playing, but at least he'd be there.He was. All three lied down and Prasanna asked me what masturbation was. I told her that what I did with her pussy was nothing but masturbation. Then both of them started masturbation and asked me to do self-masturbation. I too did. Tripti came first and then Prasanna. Then it was my turn. The bed got completely wet with our cum.Then Tripti said that she didn’t like the hair on her pussy. I went into the bathroom and got a razor, foam, and water. Then I took both of them and washed their pussy clean..