If anything…it fueled the fantasy. I’d been caught. I was over the edge. I was just too excited to stop.“Mom?”“Go to bed.” I told him firm...y and went back to blowing the gas station attendant.I sucked Jerome’s cock back into my mouth; lavished it with wet kisses and hungry sucks as Jerome lay silent, oblivious to my labors. “Hurry up and cum, Daddy’s coming.” I told the gas station attendant with a certain degree of urgency before taking him in my mouth, sucking hard and bobbing my head. The drive was not long, maybean hour and though nervous and excited Josh passed the time budiscussing sports, food and Helen. All the time he had a fixed image in hismind of her standing handcuffed in her white sneakers, denim shorts and greyt-shirt as she protested her innocence and remained her calm composed self. He watched at a distance fromthe car as Helen was led between 2 ?officers? into the building. Building mayhave been the wrong term, a bunker would be appropriate. They were in. He could feel every move and twinge her muscles made, every bump until he could feel her cervix, she started to feel good like the tingling from earlier but much more intense, she started to moan lightly, then louder and louder until her body started to go limp at which point he got to that he could bare no more he was ready to shoot his spunk all over her insides. One more thrust and she went into a spasm as he blew his spunky load inside of her. They lay together for an hour before there was. But this is not a story about her. This is the story about one memorable experience from that site and the only encounter that was interesting enough to carry some aspects of it into another relationship...but more on that later.Helen was a housewife who was slightly older than me, 37 to my 33. She had a lean body with small tits and a firm little ass. Her profile pictures showed as much, she was layed out next to a pool in a skimpy bikini in one of them and was wearing an open blouse over a.