Now start fucking your mother nice and slow.” I told him.He slowly pulled his cock nearly all the way out and then slowly back in. I reached between...my legs and started to rub my clit. “Fuck me faster you motherfucker, give me your cock, fuck my ass hard!” I said.He picked up the pace and fucked my ass faster. “God Mom, this feels good.” He moaned.Now I was telling myself that I was truly a slut. There I was naked, my ass up in the air, my own step son’s cock sliding in and out of my ass and I. When I stopped to look in a store window, he would stop and either look at the nearest window or pretend he was searching for something. It was amusing!After about ten or fifteen minutes of this parade, I went into a women’s restroom. Emboldened, I removed my bra and undid the top two buttons of my blouse. I wasn’t even sure he’d still be there but if he was he was going to get a very nice thrill—my nipples were now rather hard and very visible. I have to admit I was going to be disappointed if. The apartment had three bedrooms and one toilet down a hall way off the living room. The kitchen was adjoining the living and there was only one door, I didn't feel comfortable but was sure that Bruce was not going to try anything alone. After he had checked the apartment he came back and rearranged the furniture so that we could wrestle on the floor. After a few movements and turns he suggested that we get a beer. Not ever having drunk any beer I tried to refuse, he said that he could not. "I hope I can fight better than the guy I'm fighting," I said honestly."Good point," Webster said.From the Sheriff's supply room I went home to my motel room to change. I removed the uniform, and replaced it with worn jeans and a white tee shirt. I had also removed the elastic contraption called a full support or sports bra. I didn't replace it with anything. I wanted the guys to know I was a girl. They would be better able to tell, when I finally got more hair. My scalp was covered with what.
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