“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”Diane pulled her phone out of her bag and reopened the message thread from her obviously horny son. The pictu...e didn’t show anything but his cock, so Elise wouldn’t know who it was and maybe she’d let it go. There were a few more panicked apologies from Ricky, but his mother swiped past them to the picture. Seeing it again made her pulse race. She saved the image to her photo album so Elise wouldn’t see his name when she saw it.Diane opened the photo from her. " Maybe it's because you've been doubling back." I have not!" Although to be honest, I had lost track of the turns I hadmade from one dusty back road to the next. I certainly should have hitthe Interstate by now, I thought to myself, although I was loathe toadmit it to Hannah. If I had had the sun to help me determine which wayI was going, I might have been okay. But given the gray pallor of theskies, I honestly couldn't tell where the sun was to determine mydirection."We're going to miss our. It was fun. They taught me how to fuck and other stuff. And I had a LOT of orgasms!" As she was telling me this, I watched her hand between her legs. "I ... I n n know I'm not suppose to touch myself without permission. P p ppplease sir, give me permission so I don't break the rules." I did, and she came within thirty seconds. Dinner was over!Walking to my bungalow, all I could think about was fucking Stacy. But by the time we arrived, the heavy Italian meal had taken effect, along with all the. “Shit, I might finally get lucky.” He told himself “This is just like in that article I wrote for Penthouse Forum.” Again, confusing something he read for something he wrote. Still, he had no instinct of fear – only relief that his cherry was finally going to be popped. When Olga flipped him into the bathtub on his head, he finally understood this might not be as pleasant as he had hoped. Olga learned to hog-tie calves during her squatter days, and this squirrelly runt was about the same.