I realized I like the idea of my dress being up so high. It gave me a little thrill knowing I could give my son a hard on. We only been on the road fo... about an hour. There was still four hours to go. I knew my husband couldn't see how high my dress was or he would be looking at my legs. The TV block everything from his view. I felt my son shift his body around. When he did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. I kinda wished he would try something. "How you doing back there, son," I asked. Poor guy probably wasn't getting any with her fucking the dog. Well, there's a problem with being on a high horse, when you get caught off guard, the fall can be pretty rough. I left her copy of the video with a letter instructing her to come over to my place and do as I say if she didn't want me leaving a copy of the video with a few of her fellow church goers. She showed up in her van shortly after I got back myself. I met her at the door. She looked pissed. "I don't know what you expect,. Soon Quincy puts down the sponge and begins kissing her shoulders, paying especially close attention to her sweet neck. Reaching behind her, she grabs his head running her fingers through his hair, making her neck more available to his luscious lips. Paige can feel him growing in the water. Removing her hands from his head she takes Quincy’s hands and guides them over her entire body. Paige quickly moves to the other side of the tub guiding Quincy to follow her. With him in-between her legs. Someone would like to give her number to a certain someone and maybe meet up with him later. Look closely on your palm, you might see it too.”I look at my palm.“Look closer.”I move my hand closer to my face, taking in the sweet scent of my arousal. I wish I could taste it, but a woman seems to be following our conversation from the seat across the passageway, and I can't lick my hand just like that.“Maybe...”“Not maybe.”“Maybe.”He grins and picks up pen and paper from his portfolio, writes.