I couldnot help getting a big hardon. Thank god I was wearingmy shirt out and wascovered.“Hey, what you looking at?”Alpa strike me with thequestio....I came out of spell. “You, whoelse?” I replied.“Ok, now enough looking.Come here and help me withsomething. Get me the jarfrom the top self, you canreach there. Hurry itsburning here” she said whilestirring food over the stove.I walked towards her. Thejar she pointed was rightabove her over the top self.There was narrow gullybetween two platform.. A man pissed out of that thing, how could any decent woman take it into her mouth? Yet that was what Sarah wanted to do now ... feel her son’s hot, hard cock inside her mouth.Her face was moving closer to the bulging head of her son’s cock, her lips opening more, her hand holding his balls tightly.Jimmy pulled back from her, her hand falling away from his balls. He squatted at her knees, and when he pushed them open, Sarah did not resist. She leaned back on the couch, her eyes slitted with. “We have to wait,” I said. My eyes still could not adjust to the darkness. I was seeing only the blurry contours of her shirt. I sat up and tried to stand on my feet. And hit my head hard in the broken boarding, which forced me to sit down again. “What are you doing?” “Do not try to stand up! You risk banging your head on something. The elevator is ruined, there are broken pieces everywhere.” I felt her hands gliding over my face. “And what are you doing?” I asked with an unnaturally calm. "Oops, sorry. Little bit of a tight space in here," I said as I moved around her. My cock moved as I squeezed past and pressed it snugly against her soft round bottom. I paused just a moment, savoring the sensation."We'll have to expand the darkroom one of these days." she said softly."No, I think it's OK like this." I guess it is kind of cozy." she giggled.She stood behind me and guided my hands dodging over the image. Her breasts were soft against my back and my cock was feeling strangled.