" Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help myself and what my body’s reactions were to hearing my son describe how my panties excited him... My hand involuntarily ran over my breast. I could feel how hard my nipples were through my t-shirt. Then my hand traveled down my stomach toward my tight sweat pants. I wanted to stop so bad, but I couldn’t help myself. I knew that he was masturbating with the panties that I had purposely put into his bag. I knew that the thought of him smelling my. Chris had trouble making the boiler-mounted injector pick up, so Joe told Chris to feel what he did. ‘Put your hand over mine and I’ll tell you what to feel for.’ As Chris covered Joe’s hand on the steam feed wheel, he felt a strange sensation which made him uncomfortable, and caused Joe to say ‘Come on, concentrate on my hand and the feel of the feed. Can you feel the injector singing now?’ The only thing Chris could feel was the singing of his blood in his veins. He thought, ‘What the hell is. During the day I had assisted; it was at the same hotel I was staying there.After a light dinner, I decided to take a walk out of the hotel and then I went to a bar for some drinks. There I met a handsome black guy, who invited me some margaritas as we chatted.A while later I was walking around town, a little bit tipsy. I feared that black guy could had slipped something into my drink. All I wanted now was to reach my hotel and go directly to the bed.I saw a back alley; thinking it could be a. I feel my wet sex splaying open, as he moves into place between my parted legs. But he just teases the top of my pussy with his tongue, then, very pleasurably, licks my swollen clit. I spread my legs even more, bucking up at his mouth, hoping to get his tongue inside me. I am as hot and horny as hell! I know, just a few more licks and I will be sent over the edge into ecstasy, yet I want him to tease me more and hold myself back. With his hands he spreads my pussy lips open and start sucking.