The head of your cock hits the back of my mouth and I swallow, years of training and practice making it easy. Straight away you are fucking my slut m...uth like a cunt, and all I can do is hum my pleasure and rub my clit furiously to show you how much I am loving it. Suddenly you push me away - not too roughly, but certainly firmly, and I rock back onto my heels to look up at you while I work to bring myself back under control. I haven’t stopped rubbing my clit yet, but I’m doing it now in. “Why don’t I leave you alone now so you can…uh…take care of it.”“Uh, wait Mom. I..I can’t. I can’t grip the soap…or..anything.” he reminded me.“Oh…yea…that’s right” I replied reluctantly. “Uh..do I need…uh..to…help?”“Could you?” he replied and buried his face into my shoulder.I soaped up my hands and reached down, grabbing his rigid member. I slowly began stroking him in a firm, caressing fashion. I realized that, due to the tight quarters, when he did orgasm that he would probably ejaculate. ” He was struck dumb. What do you say to a nude Arab beauty that has been pleasuring herself before your very eyes for who knows how long? “Uhh–uhh–yes…” was all he was finally able to stammer, his voice more of a frog’s croak than a human vocal instrument. “I didn’t–uh–didn’t mean to interrupt.” “Oh, not at all,” she replied as she slightly spread her legs, the tip of her middle finger sliding lower. "Please, call me Trisha," she told both of them while holding outher hand. "Tom has told me so much about you." Has he," Cynthia said giving Tom a mischievous grin. She noticedhe didn't respond back like he normally would have."Well, if there are no objections why don't we get going," Trishatold them. "I can go over the finer details of this deal on theplane." Sounds good," Keith answered but Cynthia could see even he wasnow starting to have his doubts about this. They had no soonergotten into.