This weekend would be anything, but routine he would learn by Sunday afternoon. It would be a weekend he would remember the rest of his life. The bus ...rrived Rusty paid his fare. He noted as he boarded that there was only one other passenger. A pretty girl with blonde hair in a pony tail, dressed in a blue sweater that showed off her ample bosom. She was reading a book sitting in the last row of seats. Rusty guessed her to be bit older than he was and from the local college. In 1962 if you were. ..My enormous wealth was getting m*****ed in my son's hands and I was offering it to him willingly. He sucked on my tits for long twenty minutes. He unlaced my saree slip. Now I was only on black panties before my 28 year old son. My ripe white flesh was oozing sex from every inch. He undid his pant and I could see the gigantic bulge in his underwear. "You take a walk around this room. I want to jerk watching you first, darling." He pulled out his tool and I was all agog. He had atleast nine. ‘Next time you better think before you act, in fact there better not be a next time.’ He yelled as his hand smacked her warm flesh a few more times. He didn’t want to hurt her and spanking hadn’t even been the punishment he’d had in mind but she goaded him into it. He stopped when her skin turned a slight pink. She was still shrieking and crying but he knew that she wasn’t hurt. He reached for the little jar he’d brought with him. He’d bought during his last trip to Paris. It was a cream that. I had just finished and was shaking it off when I heard the sound of boots on the tile floor. I stayed put to see what was coming in. It was a young mexican man, dressed in a wifebeater t-shirt, tattoos, jeans and boots. He came and stood right next to me at the urinals, even though there were six there. He was as tall as I was, but was slightly muscular. Looking straight ahead at the wall, he hauled out his cock and let loose a hard steady stream. I wanted to look at it, so I did. He had an.