Finally I broke the kiss and let my hands slide around to her back. I'm sorry, mom," I said. "I don't know what came over me." It's all right, son," M...m said, licking her lips nervously.I slid one hand down to her butt and gave it a quick squeeze. It was nice and firm."Well, good night, mom," I said as I headed upstairs."Good night..."Once I was in my room I quickly stripped and took hold of my hard, throbbing cock. It had got hard as I kissed mom. I dropped down on my bed and began to. With living off post and working in the vans most of the time, we just hadn’t gotten together much. Yet here some of them were to wish me well. I was very grateful.After the good-byes, they went back to work and I pushed the hand truck with the shipping container out past the red guard shack. With the four of us, we had no trouble getting it into the back of the 5/4, especially with Phil there.“You drive the 5/4 Baker,” Sawyer told me. “Take care of what you need to do here. We’re going over to. Ottawa is a city full of contradictions. In this town, I’ve run into more racist White folks than I did in the Old South of the U.S. I mean, White folks in the American cities of Atlanta, Dallas, Memphis and Houston were a lot friendlier than the denizens of the Canadian city of Ottawa. I guess the weather isn’t the only cold thing in Canada. I don’t know how to deal with these people, folks. Seriously. In America, the bigots are there, and they’re not afraid to show their faces. Those who. I can come and pick you up. Shall we say in an hour?”Jack nodded again and tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. ---An hour and a half later he followed Brianna, as her name was, into a small but clean and modern motel room. Every nerve in his physical being was on edge and his skin felt like it was on fire. He was already aroused beyond anything he had ever felt before. She told him to sit down on the bed and then took off the lilac jacket she was wearing to reveal that red bra which she.