I went in, it was dark but smelt cleen, there where three cubicles, i went in the middle one and shut the door behind me but not locking it, (after al... i didnt want to stop them from getting me) i sat down, there was a gloryhole in each wall one was big enough to put your head through, i heard two car doors open and close, and thought about all the things i wanted to happen to me, the first man went into the cubicle on my left with the big hole and the second in the right, i looked through the. Does it turn you on to think that the salty cum on your lips comes from your slut whore of a mother giving it up to any man?" She had me just right, that was such a turn on, thinking of my sweet mother used and fucked and then licking that man's juices right out of her, "Fuck honey, I'm gonna cum too if you keep it up."Sure enough, as I continued to lick my mother's cunt, she began to writhe and wriggle, pushing her cunt up toward my mouth and holding the back of my head until I was almost. ”“What would you call it?”Moist lips pushed up against my ear. “Wet,” she whispered. “A very wet dream.”I crooked my finger, teasing her entrance. The rim was slippery. I followed the trail. Just the tip of a finger inside. “Wet,” I murmured. “That’s a much better word.”Meghan’s tongue teased my ear. “Perhaps real Meghan wouldn’t mind being treated like fantasy Meghan.”“Perhaps?”“Perhaps.”I eased my finger a little further inside her. In reply, Meghan circled her fingers round the base of my. But He? He was back. In her mind. In her heart. Why now?Because he?d once whispered this very scenario to her in thedark. As she lay on the bed, spread for him, his hands had wandered overher flesh? His property? as he described her up on thatstage. He painted a picture of it so vivid, so real, she could seeherself being auctioned; could feel the hot breath of the other women on thenape of her neck as she awaited her turn. The grizzledmessenger buying her, bringing her to Him. His fingers had.