‘Come out, miss’. She came out reluctantly, looking down at herself, ashamed. ’Who did this to you?’ He demanded. ’I…I was cold and… and...wet, wanted to dry off’ The girl stammered. ’Your dress is ripped’ He observed. ’I caught it on the ladder’ She answered, eyeing the burly man’s toned, tanned physique. ’Dear me! You should not be out so late’ He grinned. ’You have been at the sailors’ rum have you not?’ She nodded, her naughty smile spreading across her sensual mouth. ’Come’ He said. The. Ohh, flood my cunt, stud! Hmm, Im cumming, yes, yes! Fuck, yes! There was only heavy breathing coming from the stall and then the metallic rasp of a zipper, leather rubbing on metal as a belt was buckled. Ohh, that was great. You want to get out of here, or something, baby. Maybe, my wife purred, why dont you go get us some drinks while I get cleaned up. Sure, the guy answered, the stall opened and he left. I waited a minute and slipped out of the stall, one hand holding my pants up, my cock. Instead I marvelled at his huge hairy balls resting on my silky white thigh, above my black woollen stocking, the heat from them warming me more than I felt, and when he turned around to toss my knickers into his car, I could not resist reaching down to feel them and marvel at their softness.He turned to face me as my fingers touched him, a smile broke out on his wrinkled face as he reached down and lowered my seat back, and by the time I was lying down I was stroking him and pressing his cock. Do it," Ciara calmly advised. Sean sighed silently and started fumbling with the clasps behind her back. "Calm down, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just mom," she soothingly whispered into her son's ear.Sean drew a sharp scared breath as the clasps of the bra opened. Ciara pulled the straps off her shoulders, still hugging the boy gently. When she thought he was ready she moved back and let the lacy black bra fall off her body. She took it in her hand and tossed it aside.His own mother's.