Her eyes went to the wagon circle as she dried herself, still enjoying the moment. How many men were watching? The distance from the wagons beside the...road to here was reasonably far, enough to give the illusion of privacy. Some would be looking, though. The young men. So, too, when the women packed up and went back and the males took their place at the river's edge, the younger girls would be sneaking looks at the hard male forms exposing themselves. And who could blame them? Now that soldiers. "Ouch!" said Henrietta."No speaking" said the stern Muriel Groosce. "Hit her again and hit her six times! I will brook no disobedience."She walked up and down the room a few more times and found more faults with the shivering terrified girls. Many a shapely and delicate posterior, in the luscious bloom of youth, had its ripe and rounded firmness covered with red lines before the evil Muriel's work was done that Christmas Eve! Finally she strode off to her own room to sleep the sleep of the just. Her mouth moves down the shaft and her hand squeezes my balls. Reaching the base, she sucks and swirls her tongue as her hand cups my balls.“God, mother!” I scream, grabbing two fistfuls of her hair.Moving up the pulsating shaft, she senses, I am about to come. Her head bobs up and down faster and faster. Her hand is caressing my scrotum as I near orgasm.Sensing the inevitable, mom slips her mouth from my cock and pumps the shaft with her other hand. Just as the first thick rope of cum lands on. A couple of weeks passed and I forgot about it when suddenly, one evening, the telephone rang. It was my old friend who asked if I was doing anything special next Saturday. I told him that I had nothing planned so he invited me to his apartment for a drink. It would be fun talking after all these years and also fun to meet his family so I accepted.Saturday came and after lunch I took the bus to his apartment. He opened the door and asked me to come in. I looked around but I could see neither.