She pissed in the toilet while looking down, her face red with shame. The sound filled the room with her heavy breathing. She spread her legs to wipe ...p and her thighs were wet with her own juices. When she finished she stood silently and looked down. He reached a hand out and grasped her chin, pushing her face upward to look at him. In his other hand was a dress."Put this on, we're going out." She unfolded it and pulled the simple dress over her head. It was pure white and tight, she knew that. I had just tied my hair back when the doorbell rang. As I answered the door I felt his eyes on me.“Hi. Mr. Ross?”“Yes. Mitchell Ross. I’m looking for Eric?”“Mr. Kane is out of town for a family emergency but he told me you were dropping by. Didn’t you get his text?”“No. Sorry. My phone tends to get terrible reception out this way.”“Oh. I’m Emily. I’m house sitting while Mr. Kane is away. Come in and I’ll get you the documents he left for you.” he followed me inside and I could sense that he was. There was about four couples and two guys on their own. Most were retired like John. The drinks started to flow. John put on a porno and before too long cocks were out and cunts being rubbed. There was some good looking woman on their knees sucking cock and not their partners. A woman came over and sat next to me. Not bad looking, but definitely in her 70’s. “Why isn’t your cock out?” she asked putting her hand on my crotch. I told her to get it out if she wanted. She very quickly undid my. He sat up to facilitate the unhindered undoing of his jeans. It brought to light his semi-erect cock. I clasped him with my palm and a controlled slow up and down movement.The fact that I was stroking my son’s cock on the open road in a moving car fuelled my excitement. I started to feel hungry for his cock.“Oh, Sonali,” he groaned “ How an I ever explain how good your hand feels on my cock. Where did you learn that slow circular motion?”“Come on, son, as if I am an underage schoolgirl who has.