He’d always assumed Rick was joking about having some canes. Evidently not! He hadn’t had the cane for several years, and now he was going to get ...t from the big, burly policeman! He decided to comply to the letter, in the hope of some clemency or maybe a reduction in the number of strokes. Sighing, he let his jeans fall, and then his less-than-clean string pants followed. The sergeant was enjoying the view, as was Rick. Their plan was working perfectly. Peter had been set up! The sergeant. I sort of blurted out, "Son of a bitch!", and mom cringed back a bit, but I hadn't directed it at her, butrather at my own stupidity, and the situation. I then sort of snickered, and that really took her bysurprise. Then I spoke, and I said something about how while I was sound asleep, tucked in my bed,and dreaming sweet dreams, my best friend was pumping his hard cock in and out of her pussy. Momturned a bit red, and I couldn't tell whether it was from anger or embarrassment, but then she. He covers his erection as best he can before sitting all the way up.“Why are you in my bathroom?”“My toilet’s clogged.”“Then stop flushing condoms down it. Just swallow like you know you want to.”“Ew. Stop saying that, you know I hate cum.”“And yet-”She throws his toothbrush at him before he can finish.“Will you just hurry up and get out so I can use the bathroom.”“I have to get ready for work.”“How you keep getting jobs is beyond me,” she laughs“Ha ha, I get jobs because I’m good at what I. I tried to sit still in my tight quarters, pressed in between his thighs wishing I had worn slacks instead of the snug skirt that was riding higher up my thigh, when I felt his thigh shift and rub against my breast. I almost gasped out loud at the contact, and my nipples tightened immediately. I was almost certain he could feel them pebble under my sweater. I noticed one of his hands drop to his thigh, and slowly move to cup my breast, feeling its weight in the palm of his hand. His thumb.