She could feel her self dripping down her thighs now, the AC still blowing straight between her legs. But, the cool air was no competition for the min... blowing heat radiating between her thighs.Carrie cupped her hand and tilted her head down, letting a rope of spit drop from her mouth and into her palm. A thin trail of spit hung itself down her heavy tits. She smeared the spit into the pussy and hooked her middle and ring fingers deep inside of her. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but. I caught him cheating on me once with another ugly bitch. He loved me so he doesn’t like to visit old memories.So once in a month or two, I take my mom’s car and go there alone. I stay in the temple until evening to read books.So now coming back to the story – due to the quarantine of the virus pandemic, I was bored to death. on a fine Thursday morning, I took my mom’s car, packed some lunch and some erotic books, and left to my lovely place. I reached there around 10 am.It had rained heavily. Knowing I was in for a long session, I thought I'd better make a call first. Jim Moore had sent me an e-mail asking me to call him when we got back from the island and I figured I'd better do it now."Hey, Tommy! Back already? Let me guess—a case of the Caribbean Guilts?" Jim said when I called."Yeah, it's amazing how too much fun and sun can do that to you." You've got that right. I remember the first time I heard Matt mention the possibility that somebody could enjoy a vacation too much. I. "Mhm . . ." I moaned. Her head bobbed a steady rhythm, and I tied her hair up in my palm, not wanting to obscure my perfect view. "Fuck yes," I said quietly, rearing my head back, gazing up into the ceiling. "Fuck yes, suck my cock. Suck your son's big fucking cock. Gobble it right up." My words rewarded me with a long, steamy moan around my cock. I felt goose flesh flow through my legs in waves. I looked back down at her. "You like that? Huh? You like it when your son tells you to.