Recalling a prior evening when she had bent naked over that same sink and had begged me to screw her from behind, I pulled up the back of her miniskir... and began to tug a small pair of panties down her butt while gently squeezing each firm cheek in my cupped palms.She giggled and reminded me that we were to be Ellen's special guests, and implied that if events in bathroom went any further our absence at the party would be noticed. As we drove down the highway, it was hard not to marvel at. His manhood pointing to the ceiling, and glistening with my juices. His body cut like a stone mountain with sweat running down his chest. He stood quietly and stared for a minute, then swiftly darted towards me, throwing me onto the floor in front of him. My juices dripping on my face and chest. I then instinctively knew what to do, I grabbed his member with both hands, and was in awe at the sheer mass of this cock. My tiny hands just barley grasping half way around the shaft…I then licked from. It's a good thing you're taking me home with you." "Mom, I'm your son. It's me, Andrew." She looked me up and down as I started driving off. "Nah, you're not him... I mean, you look like him, bit you're cuter than he is." I didn't know whether to feel mad, embarrassed, or proud, so I said nothing. "This is a nice car... It looks and feels exactly like my son's... Simple, yet sexy in its simplicity." Jesus. How much did she drink? "He's a good k**... He does need to get a girlfriend though. I. ” Billy knew just the right words to say to his horny girlfriend. Sally rolled over again and raised her hips so Billy could pulled the tight skirt off her butt. He pulled it down her legs, and the skirt joined her blouse and bra on the floor. Sally was about to let Billy see her surprise. As he pulled her panties down, she again lifted her butt so they could slip off her ass and down her legs too. As Sally's panties slipped past her pubic mound, Billy stopped pulling. He looked up.