"Thought you'd never ask, Son!" Fran laughed excitedly as she sat up on the lounger, her legs straddling her son's and she took his huge hard-on into ...oth hands.Slowly, she inched her tongue's juicy tip toward the boy's massive, throbbing cockhead. She ran her hot, silken tongue around the glossy, swollen cockhead while she grasped his huge, loaded balls in her soft hands."Oh, yeah, Mom, yeah!" Greg groaned, staring down at his mother. Her young face was contorted with lust, just increasing her. I pulled my mouth off Ryan for a second, drooling all over my front, soaking my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and then pointed Ryan’s dick at mom. “Hi mom, want some?” She smiled. “Thanks, I just ate.” Just then I saw Tim over her shoulder. He was smiling and reached around her and put his hands over hers where they were working her pussy. She started grinding back against him. I heard Ryan breathe, “Oh, wow.” I figured if mom and Tim were going to show off like that, Ryan and I could. We were sitting on a couch, minding our own business, just talking, drinking and running our hands all over each other when we were approached by an attractive couple a few years younger than us - I put them in their mid 20's, perhaps late 20's.The man introduced them as Kate and Steven. She was cute - shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, red full lips, with a big set of tits under a tight girlie t-shirt that showed her hour glass figure attached to a pair of faux leather leggings. Citizens were invisible to people like me, and I wasn't nothing but a ghost to them.Tourists were the same way for those people. A citizen didn't have anything to do with a tourist, unless it was part of the job. Like a caste system, the whole place was divided up, split and layered, with tourists on top, citizens in the middle, and the rest of us down at the bottom ... In this part of town. In the other part, we were on top. A tourist walking into the Gutter wasn't gonna be a tourist for long..