Thoughts spiralled through her head as to how totally exposed she was to the commuters as they filed up and down the stairs behind her.“My god Victo...ia, you look like a cheap whore. How long have you been waiting here?” I asked as my cock started to harden.“About, er, about half an hour I think,” she replied in a slightly detached way as she ‘accidentally’ dropped her car key.Bending down to pick it up, she allowed her shoulder to brush against my groin as if to acknowledge the bulge in my. .pleeass...ahhh fuck!" she cried, feeling the palm of his hands slapping against her cunt as she was pushed further down on the counter.Her cheeks wobbled, her plump ass, almost hanging over the top of her nylon hold ups, feeling it turn pink in color as his slapping continued."I said fucking beg! I'll keep going until someone interrupts us." No, please! Please push your cock in me, Adam. Please baby, I need it." She whispered, her lungs feeling almost void of oxygen as the risk of them being. "Boss, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." I scanned the sky and suppressed a shudder. "The hell with Wichita; it don't look like we were still on the same damn world." I looked at my watch. "We've got a couple of hours before wake-up." "Come with me. We need to talk," the Commander said as she led me by the hand to the kitchen. Pre-measured coffee things are a God's send when we don't want to think. With a push of a button, the coffee pot does our will without our intervention. I noted the. "Damn! All that rain coming down has talked me into needing a pee. Just when I'm nice and warm too." Mom sounded as if she didn't want to venture out of our cocoon and was a bit annoyed that she would have to."I'm just going to go behind the tent. I've got no intention of getting wet again and I want you to keep my sleeping bag warm for me." Mom unwrapped her sleeping bag from round herself, pushed it to me and began to crawl out of the tent.I was shocked to see that she was just dressed in a.