As I stand in front of the urinal I temporarily think about how loud the music is in the black marble men's room. I joke to myself that no one can hea... you piss as 'La Bamba' blares over the speakers. I finish my business, wash my hands and walk out.Standing in front of me by the phone is the blackest hair and bluest eyes I have ever seen."I told them I needed to make a phone call." She said, "How have you been?" Fine. I had know idea you were back in the area." I answered."I've been back just. He was hard, hard like steel. His cock was trying to tear his white underwear. I wasn’t ready to feel it so I just controlled my feelings, and let him feel me. Now his both hands were on my both boobs, and he seemed enjoying playing with them. I was smiling… not with that fact that my friend’s son was playing with my boobs, but… I was just smiling. I moved a little closer, and he looked at my face. He came a little closer too, and we were kissing again. Now his hands had moved from my boobs to. Undeterred, she cradles my head, and pushes her globes into my face. I lick and nibble one nipple then the other, before burying my head between them biting and sucking on the soft, luxuriant pillows.My arousal heightened again, I want to do her missionary style and see these breasts moving to my thrusts, so I roll her over and as I do I spot a red blinking light of a camera partially hidden by a picture of her c***dren. "Jesus! What are you doing? Filming it?" I exclaim. "Oh it's just for. Actually, you wonder what's going through your own mind. Why would Jenny do this to him? And why do it with you? As if to answer your unspoken question, Jenny whispers "Bradley likes you too, Jess. Watch this!" She sits next to Bradley on the bed and starts stroking his hair. "Look Bradley honey, it's Jess. You like Jess, don't you? You'd like to see her naked, wouldn't you?" Bradley's breathing increases. The poor boy is looking rather stressed. "You'd like to see her tits, wouldn't you.