“Well if you want a souvenir, you might as well bring that towel over here and wipe up the mess that is on me and the chair as well!” I laughed. ...She raised an eyebrow and then walked across to me, surveying the damage, fell to her knees and began wiping down my legs and gonads and the chair. She worked diligently almost as if she was intent on gathering every drop as a trophy.“We both need a shower, again.” She said with a smile as she stood up and offered me her tiny hand. I took it and. I fancy you like hell. I know you do me." His hand returned to my thigh moving ever higher under my skirt, " Come on babe one little blow-job won't hurt." He attempted to pull me across him but was thwarted by the hand brake, instead he reached with his free hand, squeezing my left breast hard, " Ow you bastard!" I squealed loudly," Ah you like that." No I most certainly do not!" I felt my facewith anger, he stroked the top of my thigh, his stiff cock twitching as he did so, I glanced at the. Finally I saw the tiny clock on my computer turn to 12, locking the computer, I moved as fast as I could, well, as fast as I could without giving away my vampire speed movements, snatching up my bag, pushing away my chair so hard it hurtled into the wall. As I turned I caught sight of myself in the mirror, shit, I looked worse than I thought. I couldn’t help it, being as vain as I am, I lingered in front of the mirror, checking out my vile appearance that I knew would dissipate one I got some. ” I said. “You’re not too old mom you look like you’re in your late twenties early thirties.” I had to admit all the work outs and walking I did paid off well I did have a great body for my age. Ryan drove another half hour and he came to a wooded area where you could see almost the entire city. “This is beautiful Ryan how did you find this place.” I asked as I got out of the car. “Mom, I’m 17 years old why wouldn’t I know about this place.” He answered. I walked to the front of the.