Peters while she wiggled her bottom against my lightly pressing crotch.I couldn't believe what was happening. Pressing more and more firmly to my Moms...buttocks was the rampant throbbing of my erection and she was wiggling against me. My hands tightened the grip on her hips as I pressed more firmly against her. She wiggled and squirmed not once loosing a word of what she was saying to Mrs. Peters. It was as if I wasn't there but her buttocks moving back and over my pulsing organ told me. It struck me as odd that the marks were shaped exactly like lips. It looked exactly like a woman had put too much lipstick on and then kissed his neck. I was oddly drawn to the marks, and I remember having the urge to feel my lips on his neck, on those marks."As she spoke, I had moved to my knees, and I was kissing and caressing all up and down her body. I knew where the story went next, and I intended to have her warmed up for a repeat. At some point, her hand found my cock, and she held and. She did nothing to cover it – if she even realised.As the barman brought the beers and Jason paid, the barman said, “Don’t worry about that lot they’re okay. They came to watch a football game and it’s turned out to be a lousy game. What are your names?”Jason told him.“So where are you staying?”“Rented a villa up the road for a couple of weeks to get away from the crap English weather.” Jason replied and Eva looked at him wondering why he’s lied.“Gentlemen,” the barman loudly said, “This is. "What the hell!" Dan yells, as he stands dumbfounded."There was a monster in here. It's under the bed," she stutters. Dan looks at her body again; her bare legs bent tight to her chest, and sees more white globs stuck to her legs and on the bed sheets. He slowly moves into the room."What?" he asks, "What the hell are you yelling about?" It's under the bed. It was in here. It was..." she says and presses her hands to her face as tears start to drip from her eyes. She feels the sticky fluid on.