Since I had said “watched”, she took it literally and I was relegated to spectator this time. It was enough for starters.When both had pleasured h...r and “fed her beaver”, she thanked them and said she’d see them at the usual times. She simply pointed to her swampy slot and ordered, “Kiss it!”. I did a little more than that with my tongue just above the gaping and cream-coated pleasure tunnel entrance but was very eager to hide my shaft in there. She wasn’t a tease and kissed me hard as my. As surreal as that felt, they were now on their own, no parents, no juvie, no guards, no rules.“Rule number one, kids,” Karl said loudly. “Survival one on one. Get to high ground. So, follow me.”Francesco looked at the edge of the forest behind them. There was still a chance for him to try and strike it on his own. A hand landed on his shoulder. “Karl’s good at what he knows,” Mouse said. “Let’s get going. Whether he likes it or not, he has to take care of us.”What that was supposed to mean,. Sheila threw her legs over her son's naked body and crouched down overhis cock. She could almost feel the intense heat of his cock-headagainst the lips of her twat as she poised her dripping pussy an inch ortwo above his prick. Slowly, she lowered her juicy cunt toward the boy'srock-hard cock, trying to hold her breath, trying to control herexcitement.Sheila gasped when she felt the hard head of Terry's cock pressingbetween the rosy lips of her twat. She felt the head of her son's prickslipping. . ever again. Let’s make sure we remember why Liz is unwilling to speak to RFN’s representatives on this or any other matter. And let’s try to keep the questions out of the ‘dumbass’ realm as much as possible.”Several members of the assembled gathering offered slight snickers but there was an uncomfortable feel to the proceeding. I hoped to capitalize on it.“Uh, is George Carter going to manage Liz’s career?” another journalist asked. I had seen her with her hand raised and I had pointed to her.