“It’s what you do that counts.”It was as if the woman could read her thoughts, Mary thought and it unnerved her. But then everything about this ...as unnerving, like the man with the clipboard who asked her name, and told her she was on third.As the blonde woman led her further into the building, Mary realised she didn’t know her name. Again the woman answered without Mary having to ask. “I’m Sandra.”“How do you do that?” Mary said.“Do what?”“It’s like you can read my thoughts.”The woman smiled. Roxie drew in her breath, feeling herself become excited again. His hot piss ran over her stomach, then he began to piss harder. She stared at the head of his cock as the stream crept up her body, then between her tits.Rich moved his cock, and sprayed the soft, satiny flesh of her tits, then over her nipples. Roxie dipped her chin, watching her tits become soaked in her son's hot piss. She began to pant softly, and her hands moved to her tits, running over them as he pissed on her. She started. I’d just made camp and couldn’t find enough deadfall to make enough coals to cook on, so I went to a nearby old mesquite to cut down a large branch, you know how tough that is. When I was done, I threw the axe into the sand on the side of the hill so I could pick up the branch. The axe head buried itself, but it didn’t make the soft sound I was expecting as it entered the sand. Instead, the sound was more like it would make burying it in a piece of softwood.“Curious, I pulled the axe back out. The next morning he was awaken by grunts and groans coming from his parent’s bed. He could only imagine what they were doing. His cock got hard just thinking about his mother being fucked. Next he heard the shower and then held his breath as his dad opened the closet door and took out a suit. After dressing and figuring his wife was asleep, Brian’s dad quietly left the bedroom and headed to work. After a few minutes, Brian poked his head up and saw his mother naked in bed and half covered.