"I'm Brent, and I work the front desk and am in charge of the living areas and dining. Later I'll introduce you to Ralph who handles the beach and act...vities. The room we can do, but I do advise you to grow a thick skin. Some of the clients come here to let off the steam from living mostly in the closet and can be a bit rough if you aren't careful."I nodded, thinking that I was going to be spending many hours in my room when not at work. Brent smiled and led me back through a set of staff doors. I ran my hands over hisbody and let my mouth follow. As I got lower, I sat on the edge ofthe bed.Now, I'd been around, and had done plenty, but there was one thingI'd always wanted to do, and for one reason or another, I'dnever done. I always enjoyed giving a guy a blow job, butI'd never had a guy cum in my mouth. I knew it had to be theultimate experience. I love watching a guy cum (I've developed abit of a fetish in watching his cum explode out, and over me..mmmm..but that's not this. I tried to hide and Mom grabbed my arm. You aren't going anywhere with these as she grabbed the panties away from my face. She grabbed the panties that were still wrapped around my cock. I ran to my room and slammed the door. I hurriedly got dressed hoping I could leave. I had just got my license at 16 but no way Mom would let me drive the car. Dad had been gone for about 5 or 6 years. I had always had a thing for older women and Mom was definitely a Hottie. All my friends called her a MILF and. He frowned and added, “I know that the Iranians have contracted with a German company to have a rail gun built for them. The problem is that it doesn’t add up. As far as I can tell, it’s designed to launch soda cans less than two hundred kilometers.”“Soda cans?” Dale asked with a laugh.“I’m serious. I picked up a soda can the other day and checked it out. It’s what the rail gun is designed to shoot,” Mike said.Dale shook his head and asked, “What would happen if you launched a soda can?”“It.