She released her kiss and walked around in front of me, her hand never leaving my chest. This was the first chance I'd had to see her close up. I coul... see every detail of her nipples thru her shirt. My hands caressed her sides, and moved down past her ass and down her legs. She must have been a little bit ticklish as she let out a little giggle. She had a little goosebumps on her arms and her nipples got a little harder. She turned a full 180 degrees so I could see her perfect ass. The g-. Her cunt juices were flowing freely into her sweaty panties. She decided to hurry up and get the hell out of there and feverishly began collecting the clothes hamper and the few items laying on the floor. The only problem was that there were a couple of things on the floor right beside where her son was on the bed. When she got beside her son she stopped dead in her tracks as she couldnt help but stare at her sons wonderful cock as it was an inch longer and a bit thicker than her husbands. All. M., so I want to be there at seven p.m.”“Are you done?”“Almost. I also need a big cock and basically an endless supply of lust, erections, and semen.”Santa put a finger to the side of his nose, and the world spun as I blacked out. March 14, 1975, San Diego, 7:00 pm (1900), Hilton Hotel.I awoke with a full-body jerk, like you feel sometimes when you’re falling in a dream.“You okay, Jimmy? Still with us, hey?” The guy asking me had a British accent, and he looked like— holy fuck it’s Robert. Needless to say, I was one very sexually satisfied clown with creamy cum running down the insides of my legs beneath my silly baggy pants.When we got back to the RV, Flopsie and Mopsie went into their tiny compartment and we could hear them grunting with the exertions of "little people" coupling. I could even hear them using words that you would never expect to pass a clown's lips. I was tired and I allowed Benny to undress me and sponge my sweaty body with a warm towel. He wanted me to keep my.