Jennifer drew back her tongue inside her mouth, gathered a tongue-full of foamy saliva, and then licked around the head of her son’s cock again. The...warm spit covered the purple head and ran in warm, sticky cascades down his shaft, until it gathered on the top of her hand. She then used it to smear her son’s entire cock with her drool, using it as lubrication as she continued pumping Mark as she kept licking and tasting his crown.Jennifer drew back her head slowly, with the only thing. “It’ll only be a distraction if they want it to be. I’m sure many of the fellows here would like a break from their work. But, as you wish...”Just as we had turned the corner and were out of sight of the library, She turned to me and whispered excitedly,“I told you the library would be inspiration! My first victim shall be her, then we can visit the place again and be as distracting as we want”Eventually, some time after everyone else had left, the librarian finally came out, locked the door. Max is a good dog.” I said, grateful to be able to look at Max and distract my lustful thoughts. “He is a good dog, but I think he left some kind of stain on the couch,” Debbie said as my stomach dropped. Oh crap, I thought. I was sure I had cleaned that up. “Come, look here, Rob,” Debbie said as she walked into the living room and to the couch. She pointed right to where I had been sitting. I gulped and looked. I didn’t see anything. “It’s very faint” she continued, “But it has a smell. ”“Thanks for coming, both of you, Ted thought the world of you, Will, he always told me that if we had a son, he would want him to be like you. And you too, Lisa, thank you for coming today.”“There’s no way we wouldn’t have not come, shown our respects, and our support for you,” I said.We spent more time talking with some of the other guests, and eventually made our way home; it had been a pretty sombre day.Racing to Coffs HarbourDecember 1990 - January 1991At least the next day’s race was the.