He rubbed his hands along mom’s thighs deliberately feeling the softness. Feeling uncomfortable mom tried to move. “You move, honey,” Old man’..., whom the lad was addressing as Pap, tone was rude, very rude. He pointed the gun towards me. “And I’ll blow the head of this boy. Who’s he? Your son?”Mom went rigid in her position; she was too stunned to speak. She only nodded her head in affirmation. “Ah…!” As if he understood, the old man snapped. “Don’t try to act smart and you’ll live. Any trick …. Email me so I have my calendar handy.”Later that evening I pulled out her email and it was “pussyqueen @yahoo.com”. I had to laugh and sent her some opportunities.I was fretting when I didn’t hear anything until the next afternoon and she offered to stop by my place the next day at six. She’d bring dinner if I liked Thigh food. It wasn’t misspelled I figured.Sure enough, we sat on a blanket and ate off each other’s bodies. Messy but a hell of a lot of fun, especially rubbing our oily bodies. I went out and clocked in. 3 hours into work I was so unfocused I thought everyone had to know. But of course they did not. My lunch break was coming up, and I planned to cum! I was ready. I went on break – 30min. More then enough time. So I slowly undressed in front of the mirror – admiring how swollen and red my breast really were. I knew after I played the rope would have to come off. I pulled out my toys, now very sticky with dried juice from before work. The vibrator was against my clit. They got into the water, neck deep and in a circle, and they just talked. Moses arrived, and Johnnie Sue yelled out, asking him if he brought his big worm with him this time. That got laughter. When he shucked his overalls and displayed a thoroughly flaccid penis, she yelled that he wouldn’t win any contest with bait like that, and there was more laughter, but it was all in good spirit.Bernadette kept peering at the bank, so much so that Luthor finally asked her what she was looking for.“I sort.