She cupped them, her fingers digging intothe firm flesh, her nipples burning through the gown and against herpalms. Jay was making strangling sounds,...gripping his mother'sthighs hard, his eyes staring at her cunt riding on his prick.The wet heat seemed to sear his cock, but it was so good he didn'twant it to ever stop. There was a froth of juices forming on thebase of his prick, smearing his hairless balls. Shellie's cuntdripped and seeped sugary juices around his cock as she slammed itup. Watson herself sat nervously in an antechamber, sipping Eliza’s famous rose hip tea. She would have died of embarassment if anyone else had seen her performance, but the first thing she’d had to do was change her panties. She couldn’t believe how wet she’d been, how wet she still was, after what had happened to her. “I talk about how wrong sexualizing women is all the time,” she whispered to herself. “How could I have enjoyed something like that, even a little bit?” Emma struggled to put what. ”“Er ... It’s ... It’s not bad. I’ve had worse. That place on the high street is pretty dodgy, isn’t it, Slim?”“That it is, Bills,” I replied with a grin. Was that how I’d been? It was pretty funny to watch.“Yes, I’d heard that,” Clarissa said. “If we want Indian we always go into Westmouth. There’s this one restaurant on the sea front that’s just fantastic.”The world definitely hadn’t righted itself.After we’d finished eating, Clarissa walked with me back to the common room, leaving Billy and. "Her offer, only made my hardening situation worse She motioned for me to stand up. She pulled off my t-shirt and then quickly moved to unfasten my belt. She dropped to her knees and tugged my shorts and boxer briefs down.My cock was at full length. It twitched as the blood pumped. It was fully engorged. She stared at it wide-eyed. She grasped it between both hands and tugged on it. She quickly realized that lubrication was necessary. She spit on her hands and closed them fist-over-fist.