The trip home was uneventful, though mom did go on about how distraught she had been over finding me laid out and bleeding. Eventually, I’d had enou...h and kindly asked her to stop.“Mom, I’m fine. They couldn’t find anything wrong. Why else would they let me go so easily?”“I don’t know honey. I’m your mother. I worry about you. You do realize that, right?”“Yes, I do,” I told her. “But, I feel fine. Can we talk about something else? Please?”And, so, the conversation, mostly one-sided, careened. Your head movements become more exaggerated now as you start to enjoy this for yourself, rather than just to give me a thrill. You grip him with your hand once more, tighter this time and hold his prick vertically as you slide your mouth from him and start to lick up and down the shaft. More juices ooze from his slit and you use your middle finger to spread the liquid all over the head of his cock then take him into your mouth once more. From the movements of your mouth, I know your tongue is. One email catches my eye though. The subject says ‘Naughty Girl Victoria’ and I can see it has an attachment. I click it open, and read the message. You are a very bold, daring girl, in the office at your desk? Tisk Tisk Victoria. I did enjoy myself watching you. You didn't see me though, did you? What could you have been thinking about to get so lost in thought, not even noticing me. You came so hard; I thought you were really being fucked. Don’t worry though, you can help with my problem. She stared at my crotch as I lifted my hips, so she could pull down my shorts and underwear, and the look on her face was total lust, as she leaned over a little, and pushed them down and off my legs. My soft, thick cock was laying on my thigh, and my big balls were hanging down on the couch.Sandra continued staring at my cock and balls, as I gripped my cock and shook it at Dave, before saying, “Come on, Dave, get down here between my legs and show Sandra what a cock sucking wimp you are. Suck.