I kissed her goodbye and then drove to the office, while she took a taxi to the airport. She would call me when she arrived in Nashville.I took care o... business, and was soon on my way to Nashville. All I could think about on the flight was a big, black stud pounding her pussy. I had to give myself a little pep talk so my dick would not spring into action.When I finally made it to the hotel, I inquired about our room number. I gathered my luggage without the assist of the bellboy, because I. So we went out for some shopping. Since I used to come from school late, usually me and mom go out for shopping only at evenings. Like always at around 5 pm we started from home. Mom was wearing a black saree and a sleeveless too. She was looking good in it. Anyone can easily get a clean view of cleavage and belly button. We went out bought some clothes. Later we went to shop to buy some vegetables also. It was around 7 pm. Mom :tom it’s about to rain.Me :am hungry mom, you promised to buy me. As the last blow lands its mark you slide to my wetness and back to begin to massage my tight asshole again. This time you slowly wiggle a finger inside as you once more fuck me with your fingers. My mind is reeling. I want to cum again so badly but I want to please you even more so I will wait until you release me. I begin to writhe, not just from the ministrations of your beautiful hands but in a silent hope that as my body begins its own masturbation of your hard dick that you will want to. “What’s that?” She pointed to what looked like a jacked hanging on the wall.“A Jacket.” Peter stated.“Funny looking jacket.” The jacket had seriously long sleeves and quite the collection of buckles. It was the sort of thing she would have expected the Goths in school to wear, except for the ever so small detail that it was white.“Try it on.” Peter said, as his pals sniggered. Catherine couldn’t see where the joke was. Peter lifted the jacket down from the wall. “Arms up.” He commanded..