I climbed out of the car, circled around to the passenger door and helped Gemma alight. Keeping a pace or two behind me, she allowed me to tow her tow...rds the centre of the parking area. Her almost comical, mincing steps were enhanced by the incomprehensible gurgles that issued forth from her gagged mouth. Her legs squeezed together as the tight bondage in such a public place drove her insane. She had obviously just started to explore the possible submissive side of her personality.The courtesy. ‘It’s great to see you.’ ‘Yeah,’ she nodded slowly, as if she was still deciding. ‘Yes, it’s good to see you too.’ She nodded her head a little faster. The contents of her purse had spilled out across the table. He helped her pick them all up, pausing to wipe ketchup off of a calculator. As he cleaned, he saw that the goop had gotten into the keypad. ‘I think it’s broken,’ he said to her, and helped her finish up. ‘I mostly just use it to calculate tips, anyway,’ she shrugged, tossing it into. We had our own DJ who played to an audience of no more than 50. The music was groovy, the alcohol was flowing like water and we were dancing and grooving like there was no tomorrow. It was around 10 pm when I realized that I really needed a break. My legs hurt from the dancing so I left the club and went to the hotel lawn to get a moment of peace and quiet. Also, I badly needed a cigarette break.It was dark in the lawn, illuminated sparsely by some low level lights. I went and sat at the gazebo. As they stared at each other, John took his mother's hand with the washcloth and moved it down to his cock. Peggy seem completely lost as she washed her own son's cock and balls. Her hands were trembling and the cloth slipped out of her grasp. Now her bare hand took hold of John's cock and stroked it for him. Almost as if it had a mind of its own.Peggy was amazed at how hard her son's cock was, it wasn't a boy's cock, it was a man's. Peggy looked up into her son's eyes. He smiled at her, a.