His mom bent down and took off Billy's cum soaked panties for him. He wasso embarrassed at his mother having to deal with his sperm soakedpanties.What...would she think of him? He felt so small and childish standing nextto her. She was helping him like he was little, a little girl.She quickly rinsed out the panties and hung them up to dry on his showerbar.Oh, now I have a pair of panties drying in my bathroom - ugh.Then she wash his cum laden penis and left leg with a warn wash cloth."Billy,. Brent didn’t even think anything of it.“Yes, Brent?” Emma replied leaning forward to look over at him.“I’d like to announce some news myself if I may go over to my clothes?”“Sure, go ahead,” she said.I returned with some paper towels and spray bottle of window cleaner. I got on my knees and started wiping up Brent’s cum first.Brent rooted around in his pants and walked back, still naked, with something behind his back.“Ma’am,” he said to Emma. “Could you stand up, please?”I sprayed the floor. Aston licked me from my clit to my rosebud, the sensations releasing more wetness from me. I gobbled up Aston's cock in my mouth. Up and down, up and down, my black hair flying wildly. I took him as deep into my mouth I could without gagging. I could never deep throat cock, I tried with Tim before and after we were married. Tim once slipped into my throat and I thought I would die. I was no good at it. Aston's large tongue was slurping up my pussy juices. He sucked on my clit and I thought I. I had was dead tired and due for a pit stop. I pulled into a truckstop to fill my bike's tank and then drove across the parking lot to fill my own. I backed in next to a customized Harley and went inside. I spotted the gypsy and his woman, at once.Jack was about my age and wore the leather chaps and jacket typical of serious bikers. Nikki, his bitch, wasn't wearing much of anything. She was a big chested blond wearing a leather mini skirt and halter top, both showed off her flesh in a way that.