I got out of his grip, but he again pulled me closer to him; this time I was standing facing him. His hand again moved around my back pulling me close... to him. My breast was pressing against his chest, and honestly speaking I wasn’t trying as hard as I should had to get out of his hands. “Nothing is wrong, Mom, I love you. You are so beautiful, you have such beautiful eyes, lips,” he said looking into my eyes, “You are so hot,” and he looked down at my breast. “No, please…” I again tried to. "Wait, l-ladies!" Bob stammered. "I'm—I'm about to—" But it was too late. With a loud grunt and an involuntary thrust forward, Bob's cockhead pulled out of Jenny's mouth and his balls dropped from Susan's lips with a pop as he began to cum.As the two women continued to stroke his shaft, one hand at the base, the other at the top, Bob launched rope after rope high into the air. Some shots streaked across Susan's face, and a few more splattered across Jenny's. He kept cumming, and a mess of white. All I could do was tuck my cock back into my pants, and shake my head wearily, turning away to give her privacy to finish her 'fix'. We didn't speak of that day again.I can't bring myself to address this issue straight-on. I know, I know she'd deny having a quote-unquote problem, but oh, she does. Not only does she seem to have an insatiable appetite for the packing tape, and, yes, the Styrofoam worms as well, but an actual fetish for the packages, themselves. I spied on her one night, a night. "There was a conspiratorial tone in the voice, and I could tell that this was a friend talking, so I waited for him to continue."Our legion has been posted here for 6 months now. The Goddess Hera knows it is one of the worst postings on earth. Relief from Rome was due last week, but then we got word it would be 3 months..."He went on but I didn't hear. My mind stuck on that one word, ROME. My God, I thought, what has happened. Everyone is speaking Latin and this man is talking about Rome, and.