All while Dan was helpless to do anythingabout it. Trapped in a skirt. Stuck impotently on the bed with a damnedteddy bear hiding his erection.Part of...him screamed to punch this asshole. But he couldn't. Not dressedlike this. He could barely stand in the heels he wore, much less take ona bigger boy in a brawl."Peter I can't," Megan breathed, as Peter nudged her down. "I've gotcompany."But her demand had no force behind it as it had with Dan. The girl wasalready going to her knees. She took the. He smiled and just before going back to eating me out to an orgasmic conclusion my son said to me, ‘I have plenty cum to give you mom.’ Then he went back to licking and slurping away at my honey hole. I wrapped my legs around his neck as my orgasm began to build. I started to arch my back, thrusting my hips up and down as well as grinding my pussy into his face. I began to wildly rub my clit as my son lapped at my pussy lips like a thirsty dog. “Oh yes...oh yes baby…make me cum…make your. I lowered her pants and I watched as her bald pussy came into view and as the material pulled away from her pussy folds. I pushed them to her ankles without even looking away from her pussy. Those two silver posts were nice to look at. I helped her step out of her pants and then I asked her to sit and spread.She laughed and said, “I paid for a glass of wine and I want my glass of wine. If you want me to sit and spread it’ll cost you another glass.”I got up and brought her two glasses of wine.. She checked her fuel status and she was doing well. She glanced up as she flew past her pit crew: no problems with the tires. She'd skip the pit stop!At that point, six of the sixteen racers were ahead of her. Cars pulled off for their pit stops, but two of the cars ahead of her didn't. They ran tight lines, not jockeying for position, just content to wait. Since there wasn't a second between them, she was sure it was going to work for them. She, on the other hand, was halfway to being.