For all I knew, she’d never seen anyone else have sex before, even a hand job. Then mom surprised me, leaning over to kiss the end of my cock hersel....Marty’s eyebrows went up and she made a “didn’t see that coming” face. She kissed the end of my cock and my mom did the same. They both smiled, mom might have even chuckled, and they continued to take turns smooching my dick. Marty kept stroking me slowly the whole time. I lay back and enjoyed it.I felt Marty’s lips and tongue take the place of. Turns out the landlord of the car lot land demanded all dead rigs in no man’s land be hauled away or else. It was the usual demand, move it or pay more in lease payments for all the car lots. It was quite political.There was Dave’s lot which he happened to own free and clear but he parked his junk with everybody else’s. Add to that Pepo and Maxwell Motors and you had plenty of dead cars adding to the stench. The homeless people would move in and plaster the car windows with old newspapers so. I still don't know what that was but I liked it.After about eight more hours of steady fucking, I couldn't continue. I couldn't go on any more and begged for them to stop. My pussy couldn't handle anything else going inside there. We reached an agreement after a few minutes of discussion. I'd keep working and the guys would start fucking my ass. Halfway through the first guy, my arms and legs gave out and I collapsed onto the mattress.That didn't faze him one bit and he kept fucking me like. She thought it was very beautiful and serene, and she stood on deck watching the island take on shape. Eventually she could even make out the contours of Yarmouth Castle in the moon light. It was a great change from sitting at home, mourning. She’d booked a room in a B&B in Freshwater Bay, where she was received by Mrs Dee, a small, cheerful lady who made her feel quite at home. She went to the pub for a quick, late meal and a pint of cider. The publican was friendly and he didn’t seem to mind.