After leaving the bathroom Jennifer had coolly walked into her own room and purposely left her door ajar while she began to partake in her own nastine...s. Overcome with wicked perversion that she had just a) seen her son and his languid drooping cock swing right before her eyes, that she’d seen it swell and lengthen into a throbbing dong. B) That she had essentially just spread her ass for her son. Even though it was only for a few seconds the dirty little thought that she had on purpose wanted. It's wild! I can play and get played with, and there's no hurry and no worry and...Between being sexually satiated (for the time being) and starting to miss breakfast, we got dressed."Destination," I said, "Just in case you forget." Boat," Stoney said."You didn't forget." 'Course not! Let's throw some stuff together," he said.We loaded up a bag for the day trip, headed out, grabbed a drive-thru breakfast on the road. And in an hour, we were unloading things onto the dock. Thirty minutes later. He pauses for a minute, stands up, and continues his flow into the pighole, which fills up like a small bowl, much to everyone's amusement. Joe nudges Marcus aside, rubs the beer bottle back and forth across my piss wet pussy, realizes it's not enough, and sticks the bottle's neck into the pighole, sloshing it back and forth for dramatic sound effects. He pushes past the neck, deeper into my asshole, and the body of the bottle challenges the girth of the pighole, stretching it, forcing my. The voice whoever it was rattled off about a hundred words in Spanish. I had no idea what he was saying. Dee managed to catch a few words. Mostly it was call back later. I summarized we had gotten the cleaning crew. A cleaning crew at three P.M. on a Monday afternoon was unusual. It had to be a bar or nightclub I thought."What times were those calls?" I asked."Ten P.M., two A.M., and seven A.M.," she replied. It took her a second to connect the dots. "If that is a bar what the hell was she.