Her? No, she hadn't made it the second time. I let myself roll off to the side, legs splayed obscenely I was sure, but caring not a whit."Was it good ...or you, hon?" she said. I turned to her. There was something odd about her tone. I was sure she'd made it once, but..."Yes, Of course," I said. "You?" The best," she said. "We'll be doing this more often. No more neglecting you. I promise."Something was wrong. She was—something—too businesslike maybe. Kinda like a prostitute that, having done. “Do we have to?” asked Gwenllian.“Yes, mam, we do. Now don’t argue,” answered her daughter. As the door of the aircraft opened the first thing that Gwenllian felt was the heat of the sun and its brightness. She also noted the very dry air as they walked out on to the steps that led to the very affluent looking car at the bottom.“Talk about red carpet treatment,” Nicola’s mother muttered when she saw a carpet had indeed been laid out that led to the car. “I thought there would be someone here to. One of them said, "Shut the fuck up, t'ain't gonna do ya no good yellin'"That bought on another round of laughter followed by the comment from one of them of, "Lemme see what we've got here …." as I felt a hand grab and pull it up my crop-top vest. The bag that was still tightly pulled around my head didn't prevent me from knowing that my tits were now fully exposed.Another voice from the front of the van , "Wow, nice .. can't wait to get my mouth 'round them .." caused more laughter and. I'd met Sarah some months previously in an online chatroom. We'd hit it off very well and become cyber lovers. I know, many of you think that's stupid, icky, gross. I have found it to be stimulating. It titillates my biggest sex organ, the soft round one which is located between my earsWe'd explored many scenarios and she'd learned what floated my boat. I also had learned hers, knew it was a fantasy about having sex in public, preferably on the back row in a movie theater. Specifically one.