Looking down at my soaking shorts she said. "They have to come off to."I said. "My shorts to. Can't they wait?"As I talkeshe placed her hands on the c...otch of my shorts and felt the wetness of the rain on them and said. "No, they cant wait. Their soaking wet. They have to come off right now."I said. "Right now."Then she smiled and said. "You're not shy are you?"I said. "No, but."Then she said. "No buts. Their coming of."I said. "Oh its okay."But then in an instant. she pulled my shorts down my. She had gone for a wax before this trip so she was hairless at the moment. Her breathing became heavier as she expected filming to resume immediately. Instead, she saw Huan removing her son's swimming trunks! It was a gentle tug at first and she saw the top of her son's dick. She could have stopped this, but it all happened so fast. And if she were honest with herself, she was fucking aroused and wanted to see what her son's penis looked like.She stared when Chris's dick was freed. It was fully. Cecilia Milano, daughter of the original owner was now that, the owner.She settled into the booth and checked the paper placemat cum-menu that was Milano’s trademark: its list of goodies was in both English and Italian—go figure.“Missus Bradshaw, it is good to see you,” said Cecilia Milano. “How are you?”“Good ,Cecilia. Good, good. And you?” said Abigail. The babies are with mom today; I’m shopping.“Also good. My son, Aaron, just joined the Army. They gave him a bonus of $25,000 can you believe. "A girl's gotta look pretty," she said, blushing slightly."You don't need much help!" he declared, grinning, "Hey, want me to drivefor a while? You could probably use a break." Sure," she responded immediately, "That'd be great."They traded places; David adjusted the seat and mirrors, and drove down theramp to the freeway. They headed north once more, and presently they passedthe spot where their brush with the other SUV occurred. There was no sign ofit."Where to now, do you think?" asked.