She pressed herself tohim, sinuously rubbing, insistent and demanding. From the hard bony knobs of her collarbones, down acrossthe tennis-ball swell o... her boobs, to the tight skinover her ribs where it pressed into the small of hisback. At her waist, her navel tickled with the droop ofa cold silver-chrome chain. A trickle of moisture seepedthe soft satin of her pants. Throbbing out of town, an easy pace; riding the yellowline. Her legs started to feel chill in the air, sheflexed them, rubbing. “I don’t really know the name of the place. It was over on the other side of town, very dark and quiet. We didn’t run into anybody we knew, thank God!” I raised my eyebrows comically at this. “Well, Jesus, Amber, I just looked like a slut!”“That was the idea, Mom,” I said with a giggle. “And after dinner?”“Daddy stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of champagne and we drove way out into the desert and went parking,” she admitted.“Really? Way to go Dad!”Mom smiled at the memory. “I mean. ?She tried to run to the door but he caught her easily anddragged her back into the kitchen. He threw her against the wall and she gaspedin pain as the wind was almost knocked out of her.?All right whore, get your clothes off,? he ordered.She stared at him in fear, then her trembling fingers slowlyundid the buttons of her blouse. She removed it, then stepped out of her shoesand socks. She looked about desperately, but there seemed no way to escape him.She undid her pants and pulled them down. I reached down and took her 34 C breast in my hand, squeezing it and fingering the nipple, which was wet and cold from the ice she had been rubbing on it. Suddenly she picked up an ice cube and started to massage my loaded balls with it. The feeling was sensational and I nearly lost my load, but regained my control and enjoyed the feeling of a hot mouth and a cold hand on my balls and cock. After about 5 mins, she came up for air and I kissed her hard on the mouth, whilst finding her pussy with.