You believe it would loosen up your tender pussy, thighs and ass. After all, you only live about a half a mile away. With each step another squirt of ...um leaks out of your full pussy, making soft sloppy spurting noises as you walk. It begins to run down your thighs, Your have no underwear on (naturally) so there was nothing to keep it from flowing. Continuing your walk home, you observe several different men glaring along the way. You notice, but decide that you need some rest and time to. I simply have no answer to the question, Sam. I am not trying to avoid it because you're Merie's father, it's because I don't know the answer myself."Five days away from everyone and everything seemed to be exactly what Brock needed. He found his cell phone did work but with agreement from J.C. and Sam, he turned it off anyway. Sam figured he could check it once or twice and pretend to be in port when if he really needed to call someone.J.C. was having a blast. Brock tried to apologize to J.C.. Not that “waist” was too accurate as Mrs Miller was carrying a lot of weight. What was exposed were a pair of large white cotton knickers pulled high over a large belly but my attention was on the bulge below that. Tommy pushed his mother’s legs together hooked his fingers at either side of the top of her panties and started to tug them downwards. This was a million miles from the glamorous women in the tit mags. No silk underwear or stockings - Tommy’s Mum was wearing greying cotton knickers. I get so fucking hard watching you helpless against my torture." He then continued, "Cry all you want, but you're going to take it without complaint. Cum buckets aren't capable of doing anything else. You're just a stupid, worthless, dumb a****l that has one purpose, and that's to always provide all cocks with your wide, open, exposed, juicy, wet, and willing cock holes for loads of cum to fill and cover. You hear me pig?" I said "Yes master." He said "Then show me how you're a filthy pig and.