He knew his mother was in there. Peter left his room, passing by the bathroom with a wicked grin. When he got to the deck, he saw the lounger she had ...een on. He looked around to make sure no one could see him, even though the deck was private and the bathroom window faced the other side. He bent forward to inspect the lounger. There was no visual evidence of the maternal orgasm, but his nostrils twitched. He inhaled. The devilish grin reappeared. He was about to lick the seat but a pang of. She welcomed every staggering thrust, every painful tug on her hair, wanting only to serve him, to let him use her until he came, however and whenever he wanted.He continued to whisper mysterious words about the future... her future ... but at the moment she cared nothing for his promises. There would be time to discuss the impossible later. Grasping his flexing ass in a desperate attempt to keep his cock all the way inside her, she silently begged him to arrest his rambling and bless her with. After about two hours of driving, they passed the city of Jericho and soon after were turning left off the highway. Before them, in the deepest part of the valley, lay the Dead Sea.“This is the Dead Sea,” David exclaimed as they left the car and walked along a concrete path through the small seaside resort. “The Dead Sea is the lowest surface on the face of the earth at over 1400 feet below sea level. The reason why it’s called the Dead Sea is because nothing can live in its water. The salinity. Every cell in my body wants him inside of me, fucking me as long and as hard as he can stand. I slow down my ministrations and sit back so that we can look at each other. ‘I want that, too, Mike.’ I barely get the sentence spoken and he lifts me to the desktop. As I watch, he slides his pants and briefs to his knees and stands between my legs. His erection is magnificent, standing proud and ready for me, the veins swollen and pulsing. There’s a drop of precum dangling on the tip. I can’t.