“I could lay on the front seat of your truck.” He just nodded and then walked her to the door while Kelly held up her overalls, he opened the door... watched Kelly climb inside and wiggle her overalls down past her boots. She laid back on the seat, naked except for her cowgirl boots, with her legs spread wide. Her wet pink gash was staring at him in the middle of her curly black forest.He climbed in and closed the door. He pushed his firesuit and jeans to his knees. He rolled over and pumped his. She gathered her saliva, spit it on her palm and started stroking me hard. She pulled my skin back and forth with such strength that pre-cum was flowing from the tip of my dick. Sticking out her tongue, she licks it off and swallows me gently. I scoop her hair aside to get a wonderful view of her blowjob. She places one hand on my inner thigh and the other, holds the base of my dick. She starts sucking and licking my dick, coiling and circling the shaft to the tip. Each time she finds my. Catherine Holmes, wife of Mr. Sherlock Holmes, when I remembered the admonishment the man gave me over the phone. I vowed to accumulate more facts and to assume nothing. I will, however, refer to her as Mrs. Holmes for ease of identification and nothing more."Uh... Uh... I'm going to cum. Oh, yes, cum from a big thick cock stuck in my hot twat."The limousine suddenly served and a cacophony of car horns blared about us. "Quit masturbating and drive, you stupid bitch. Do you want to get us all. Dad headed out of the kitchen toward the bedroom. I saw his tight butt as he left and again I thought how sexy he looked.Mom was starting to recover and she pulled her dress around her. She smiled at me and came and gave me a hug."Come in the living room." She said"Mom, I'm so sorry for just walking in on you and daddy like that. I guess I should have called..." I said but she interrupted"Honey there was no way that you would know that we would be fucking in the kitchen. Hell neither did I.