And as I rolled my tongue againstit, it grew even more rigid.Immediately I made several observations, comparing thisexperience to what I have heard gi...ls say. First, therewas nothing unpleasant about the taste or smell of it.I would not expect it in a place like that, but he wasperfectly clean and odor-free (adding to my initialquestion of it being real or not). In fact, as I lapped at the tip, I tasted a drop ofprecum and found that it was really quite nice. Salty-sweet. But gagging was. In momma's ass..."He turned me over onto my back and lifted my legs straight up holding my ankles on one forearm. He put his cock back into my ass, impossibly deep. It was what I wanted, my son's big cock in my ass. Once he was in me I knew that it would become my favorite again, as long it was my son that was doing me, in me, pounding me. I wondered if he would ever end as he stuffed my ass with all his meat. My tits shook with each of my son's insertions. Finally I felt his balls on me and. Tracy noticed that she was looking a little flushed. She turned the rearview mirror downwards a little and saw that Suzy's hand was down her pants and she could tell that she was rubbing her pussy furiously. Tracy was surprised that her sister was masturbating in the backseat of her car while she and Sandy were sitting only feet away. Tracy tried watching the road, but her eyes kept glancing at the mirror. She smelled a familiar odor and glanced over at Sandy to see if she noticed it, but when. I want you to promise that you will never leave your tent without this on. I assume if you disappear right in front of someone's eyes, it won't bother me. But if you promise me always to take it off when you sleep, and never to get up without putting it back on, at least then I'll know. If this is left behind, you disappeared, you didn't choose to leave us. If you aren't there and neither is this, we need to look for you. It lets me figure out when to worry, and when to just assume you went.