With Michael ready to go, she let him out of the cubicle andset about drying herself."See you're ready then?" asked Carol. "Our little champion!"Micha...l just blushed. Emma smiled broadly at him.Sally was out a while later. Just like Emma and Carol, her hair wasn'tperfectly dry, but it had been combed out."Next time, I'll remember to bring a hair dryer," said Carol.They met up with the others back in the main entrance."Ok, lets head to town and get something to eat," said John. * * *They. ......... Mark's hand was gone now from the back of her head. He stood up and stared down at the sight below him. The sight of his mother sucking his cock. It wasn't the first blow job he had ever gotten, there were lot's of girls that would love to give him head, but this one was special. It was the first blow job his mother had ever given him. And he was quite sure it wasn't going to be the last. His mother was one hot bitch. Mark let his mother suck his cock for a good long time. . “Might just put this one to bed early.”“Then what?” I asked.My wife shrugged and leaned sideways, shuffling and squirming, snuggling her way down between Robert’s open legs. She licked the end of his limp prick and then caressed the tip with her lips, pulling it gently into her mouth. “I don’t know,” She said, taking Robert’s limp prick deeper. She paused, licked her finger and (presumably, because I couldn’t see but am well familiar with her technique) eased it up Robert’s ass.Robert didn’t. She rummaged around for a bit, then finally came up with a stack of magazines, some brand new and some very well thumbed indeed.‘As you know, they ain’t all in English, but the good’uns all come from the continent. Still, it’s not really the words you gentlemen are much interested in anyway, is it?’As she circled around the bar, she began to pop magazines down on the empty tables, then began moving towards the customers at the bar.‘Now then Clive,’ Erica said, addressing a dark-haired gentleman.