None of his clothes from the night before was in evidence. Then it occurred to him that his mother would, most likely, not mind his nudity; in fact, t...e thought of her appraising gaze brought a stirring to his thick cock, despite the heavy use it had seen last night. In fact, the whole room smelled terribly of sweat and sex, and the bedsheets were a patchwork of dark stains where his cum had fallen, spewing forth from his mighty prick in steaming hot gobs. And yet, his balls were back to their. It’s such a rush and a thought has crossed my dirty mind. I bite your ear gently, release it and lick the lobe. My breat is hot on your face as I say, “We need to pull over darling.”“But it’s the middle of the day, there are so many people…”I think yeah the three cows and tumbleweed we passed so deserve a show."Fuck,” you say.Your eyes glance into the mirrors and along the skyline, looking for anything to help you in this situation. I slide your hand further up my thigh, under my shorts, to the. Before I could react, I felt her tongue teasing the tip of my cock. My reaction was to sit up and intervene, but my face ran into her ass. I was pinned. Her lips wrapped around the head of my shaft with great suction. Her tongue continued to tease. She slowly bobbed up and down not taking too much of my cock in her mouth. I could feel her spit drip down my shaft. Elise's hand grasped my throbbing cock and began to slowly stroke. Her spit was the perfect lube. Her motions got faster and faster.. ’I heard this said a few times, I think when I first started work. It was usually used in the context of “I went down on..” or “She went down on...” The only thing it seemed to relate to was ‘being sent down’, or maybe coming down with an illness. As I recall, the conversations though were part of the usual banter at work about relationships or nights out or whatever. I couldn’t make the connection, and once foolishly asked “were you ill?”, off guard and not realising the sexual context of the.