She slightly gagged, probably from my come hitting her in the back of her throat, but still she continued to swallow me down with slurping noises from...my soaked cock. The hand that wasn't stroking me went back to squeezing my sack.Eventually all good things have to end. I was getting too sensitive to stay in her mouth, and she slid me out. The cool air felt so wonderful against my slick, and rapidly softening cock. I was still trying to catch my breath, in that familiar way after a climax. My. I didn't have a good feeling about this and I could tell momma was getting nervous as well. Or maybe she just needed another fix. It's hard to tell with her sometimes. Carlos motioned with his hand to come over."Stay in the car," she said getting out. I was really freaking out and watched as momma went to the men talking. We were the only white people there and the few people I could see were staring at us. After a couple of minutes momma came back to the car with a smile. "Come 'ere, I want. " I don't know." Now, young lady, I can see that you attend a Catholic school. What do they tell you about lying? Sure, some of the things that will happen this afternoon are naughty, I'll grant you that. But you won't be sinning, since it's not your fault, I'm making you do this. Taking your clothes off, I mean. So you won't even need to tell your priest in confession — it's all on me. But if you lie to me, then it's a sin. Then you'll probably have to confess everything, including the. What I discovered was that the light had not been left on accidentally. Instead, I saw my father sitting in his easy chair with a magazine in his lap.I crept closer and saw that it was a magazine of sexy pictures much like Coach had been looking at the other day. As I looked over my dad’s shoulder from a distance I could see that there were pictures of men doing things to women, women doing things to men, and men and women doing things to members of their own sex.My little penis began to harden.