For the next few hours I stayed on my knees in the van as the guys came in,waited their turn to relieve themselves in my mouth, and left.Most of the g...ys wanted to sit and be serviced but there were more than afew who liked to stand, and these were mostly the guys who wanted to fuck mymouth.I can deepthroat most cocks if I want to but I've found that having a cockpounding my throat affects my singing voice so I don't let them do that. Iftheir cock wasn't too wide I let them push into my throat. After 15 minutes her moaning stopped and 5 minutes after that I heard them talking. I knew the game was over but I had realized that my mom was a slut and I should not feel guilty about peeping at her and that if others can fuck her why cant I. Now my fantasies for my mom turned into about planning to fuck her.Ever since I saw mom with that uncle I began to think of actually fucking her. I would look at her curves and bulges. I would always walk behind her so as to stare at her swaying hips. I. Curious enough to stay put when they started closing the gap.As they approached, I was able to study them in detail. Their fur was brown-beige and surprisingly clean for animals that spent their entire lives in the forest. They were the size of a medium-sized dog, with pointy ears and a bushy tail. Their eyes gleamed with curiosity. I could tell they meant me no harm; they were simply curious.They ventured closer until only a dozen feet stood between us. There they stopped and just stood there,. Katherine dug her nails into his back and scraped them down to the mounds of his ass to let him know she was still there. His back was tight, hard. She could feel the muscles moving underneath his skin as he thrust into her.He moaned again and fucked her harder. Katherine felt the bed groaning beneath them, the posts knocking against her dorm walls. She hoped her neighbors were around to hear--that was the point of this, wasn't it?The boy hiked Katherine's legs up onto his hips and pushed.