How much of a slut whore can I be that my pussy gets wet thinking about my sons cock I wondered. "Are you coming to bed John?" I called back over my s...oulder as I layed down. The sooner we both get to bed, the sooner I can get home and seek some professional help. "Yeah, I just need to change into my shorts." He replied as he approached the tent. Fuck I thought. I didn't think about him changing. Now images of his giant erect penis being released from its cage flooded my head. I closed my eyes. But they induce terror not in innocents, but in the hearts of those pulling the strings from behind the curtains. The men who held you captive, the various terrorist, black ops and paramilitary groups who do indescribable things in the still of the night, all being funded and armed by the people who want areas destabilized, zones vacated, countries in chaos so they can proffit. Those who use such measures for leverage in political struggles. Land struggles. Those are our targets, and so far we. Her pussy moaned as it sucked her fingers harder. The walls of her pussy contracted in such a way that as her fingers were sucked, they were grinding up against her g-spot. Despite her protest, it felt amazing and she began to give in as her orgasm began to build, this time slower but more powerful. She moaned and laid her head back as her left breast began to nudge her left arm. As there was no point in protesting now, she gave in and grabbed her left breast with her free hand and began. Well, the hotel was coming up, so I pulled in to the parking lot and waved good-bye to the redneck. When I found a parking spot, she really went to work on my dick, and I could feel my balls getting ready to erupt. She squeezed my balls, and I threw my head back and stared cumming in her mouth. She swallowed all of it. Sat up and kissed me and said we need to get to her room so I could give her pussy a good fucking. We practically ran through the lobby to the elevators, then down the hall to.