I was getting dressed and crying when my son walked back into the living room still only wearing the vest and cap; a couple of inches of his floppy co...k dangling below the bottom of his shirt. “What’s the matter with you?” Freddie grunted as he picked up his jogging pants.“What do you think?” I spat out as I wiped a tear off my cheek, “I can’t believe what I’ve just done!”My son laughed out loud and pushed his hand back up my skirt and grabbed my spunk filled cunt and twisted my sticky pubes. . Diane was a model. My boyfriend was a video producer who did some of our commercials. I know it is not a good idea to mix romance and business, but the sex was plentiful and great and I thought he really did love me... maybe he did. He was supposed to be auditioning models for a new campaign of ours, but he kept having to "reshoot" sequences with Diane. I knew what was going on, but it wasn't his fault. She was throwing herself at him just to take him away from me. I decided that if she. And with that Randy shoved his dick forward knocking my hand away and my head back against the chair. His last two inches bent up towards the roof of my mouth from the resistance from my throat. In slow motion my throat expanded and the rest of the shaft slipped into my mouth. Randy was shaking at the knees. He was on his tippy toes pushing using the back of the chair as support. I felt everything explode at once. His cock erupted violently almost pushing the dick backwards in my. We drive for quite a while, all the time my anticipation is growing. Finally the car stops, and after some shuffling, moving, and zipping she helps me out of the car. We walk for a ways, and I have no idea where the hell I am going. I can, however, feel leaves brushing my face and hear sticks cracking under my feet. We come to a stop and I am pushed onto some kind of seat. There is more shuffling, then she grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. She undresses me where I stand and pushes me down.