Make room for me!”The door to the bathroom opened. She felt the cold air rush across her wet skin, as the vague outline of a man walked in. The opaq...e glass of their shower cabin made it hard to see anything, but she could still tell he was fully dressed.Slowly he started dragging off his clothes. First went his shirt. Oh my, yes.Next his socks, or at least what Astrid thought were socks. Could have been shoes. Difficult to tell. And then his pants. Very slowly and deliberately her Jake stood. She stopped ankle deep in the warm tropic water and turned. I grabbed her up in my arms, feet dangling and kissed her, our tongues exploring. I could feel her nipples were erect even through my shirt. My cock was hard pressed against her mound and I could feel her heat.A long moment passed and she slowly slipped both her hands up against my chest and gently pushed me away. “My mother told me about men like you.” I let her down. She must have seen the frown on my face. “Oh, no, Jack. I mean she. He knew Mommy loved him best.He greeted her with a kiss on the mouth."Nice kiss for Mommy" she sighed, slipping her hand between his legs. He was hard instantly. All he wanted to do is put his cock inside Mommy, feel the wetness, the tightness. Hear her say "I love you, my little boy"He had to run an errand and she agreed to come with him. He was hoping she would as she had a tendency to let her hand wander into his lap while he drove. Today was no exception.Afterwards, driving back, they went. .. My stomach felt like it swelled up to where it was when I was eight months out with Nate..." She shivered again. "He pulled it out an' I probly shot shit forty feet -- but I was out of it. The cold..." She shook herself. "Oh, yeah. Bastard was makin' a video! He had a camera on my ass while he pumped that shit in, an' he pulled a TV over in front of me so I could watch!" She hung her head. "An' I couldn't look away..." She shook herself. "Cramps was awful. I fuckin' passed out watchin' shit.