"This is yours? I was wondering who had the motorhome when we pulled in here! This is usually a trucker place–a motorhome kinda stands out!" she sai...."Yeah welcome to 'Chez Anderson'! Come on in, I'll show you around," I said. I unlocked the door and held it open letting her go in first."Hey, this is pretty nice! I always wanted to see the inside of one of these things! This is cute!" she said."Well, here is the kitchen area with the stove, oven, sink, and fridge. There's some storage here and. Her asshole had a throbbing in it. Her shitter wasn’t sore, but throbbed in a pleasant manner. She leaned her head on the rim of the tub, her legs parted so the hot water soothed her asshole. When she had told her son he could fuck her ass every day, he had taken her literally. He had fucked her in the ass twice more, the final time in bed, with her on her hands and knees, her ass pushed into the air for him.She was surprised her asshole wasn’t blistered from so much heated friction. Shed felt. She’ll kill me if I don’t.’ ‘Don’t pinch! You know I hate that!’ ‘Just 10 minutes Cin! It’s still early.’ Now she rolled on her side facing me and opened her eyes. ‘What do you want to ask me?’ ‘About John and the treatment.’ ‘Caitie! You already did – like a million times!’ ‘Yeah but you’re the one who made me call him and I still don’t even know why you went to him or what he did to help you.’ ‘Cause it’s complicated and hard to explain. But I told you it’s just like I needed some help. It tasted like cherries from the lube he was using; he was pumping in and out of my mouth, directing me to suck, holding my head with both hands. He pulled the tape loose from my wrists and placed my hands around his slippery cock again. I was trying to keep my balance, my legs still taped so close together. I stroked the base of his big cock with my hands as I sucked the top half as hard as I could. He liked it. Soon his hands were holding my ass cheeks. The soft cotton panties were smooth and.