He looks your sandy brown hair and matching brown eyes over. Your hand buckled under two metal cuffs into a position where you couldn't jut out. You s...are at the commander as he bears down upon you in the storage room of the small towny jailhouse."John you know damn well I didn't want to catch you stealing from Mr. Timms local grocery store." The man said wearing basic cop wear, a cheaply produced blue t-shirt with a rusted badge above his heart."I really don't know what you mean. I was just. " "You're human also, Dudley Do Right," D told me. "So clear those thoughts out of your head and stop worrying over something that made you feel good, and just accept the fact your mom is hot to you."I let out a loaded sigh and D grabbed my hand before I could stand up."Soo. Say it... 'My mom is hot.'"I know my wife and knew I was in a losing battle over this. So I responded."Okay. Okay. My mom is hot," I said nonchalantly."No. No. No. No. Say it like you accept the fact she's hot. Try again.". I quickly pulled down my jeans and my underwear, letting my 5 inch penis flop around before i concentrated on hynden's tits and it got really hard.She got down onto the floor, allowing me to stick my cock inbetween her boobs and start pump between them. She lazily stroker her nipples and moaned while I titty-fucked her, before I pulled my cock out. I didn't want to cum without even penetrating her.She lay across the backseat on her back, I pulled down her jeans and stuck my hand in her panties.. I reach up and squeeze her fine tits. I love tits. Tits, charlies, wabbos, boobs, breasts, bosoms, tah-tahs, chesticles, melons...all the nicknames parade through my mind like a chorus line in a strip joint. I'm a guy. Say what you want about psychology, about Oedipus complexes or whatever, we're designed by GOD to love TITS! You sit up straight as you cycle up and down on my rod, and hold my hands even tighter to your breasts. You're too far gone now to make articulate sounds, no more "Fuck.