One of the upside-down men, a thin, pale man with stringy black hair, looks up from rifling through the saddlebags newly-stripped from your horse. ‘...ounds like he’s had enough of hanging by the legs, boys!’ Another of the men, a tall man with dirty sandy-blonde hair, chuckles. You guess he’s the boss by the way he’s lounging up against a tree and chewing on a wad of tobacco while he watches the thin man work. ‘Think he might prefer to hang by the neck instead?’ Someone shoves you from behind. She saw more and more thick globes of cum peppered all over the walls and floor. Her pissed had been spread around as if he had lapped it up or lay in it. The towel she took from his room had clearly gotten piss on it, but she had thought it was from her hurried spurt. Now assessing everything she began to reason that her son had played or at least messed around with her pee. Looking again at her thong it was twisted and nearly dry. Jennifer shuddered with wicked thoughts, “Jon might have wrung. "Finish the job. No one is going to see us."She strips and dabs herself. The breeze has already cooled the room and stray drops hit him where he stands. He drops his pajamas, and she slides over.They kiss. She had found tiny lines around that mouth and thinks herself aged. He finds a tongue that knows every crevice of his mouth and just what it does to him. This was the sweet mouth he'd kissed when he didn't know how, but it was more. This mouth had said, "I do." When the first company was. "Sam?" she said, still snuggled into my shoulder, "Can we do this again, sometime? Sometime soon? I mean can I... will you..." Nurse you?" I finished for her."Yes. Please?" Of course. Anytime. You can be my baby anytime." Thank you... mommie. You know, you taste really good. You're better than ice cream." Ooooo. Thank you. What flavor would you say I am?" Somewhere between french vanilla and butter pecan — without the nuts, of course. I didn't know you could do that without being... you know....