Just the writing was enough to satisfy me, jerking off as I write (haha). But since this night in late February in Ohio, I've stopped my extra-curricu...ar activities and vowing to stay totally true to Tucker. I think the story will explain itself.Love, PamelaMy work brings me all over the country to exciting places in California, New York, and The Carolinas. Unfortunately, it also brings me to places like Columbus, Ohio in the dead of winter as well.I checked into my room at The Residence Inn. The best I could muster was a groan. Jerry replied, "what?" I just let out another groan albeit a lighter groaning sound. He asked, "do you want it?" My reply was an even softer groan. It's hard to make a decision when you're drunk and I didn't want to answer one way or the other.I guess Jerry decided that my groans meant "yes, I do want it." I felt him remove his fingers from my mouth as I laid there on his couch, laying on my back. I felt what I believed to be his leg being wedged between my. They may be small, but they were fucking nice!Perhaps because of their subconscious desire to touch Mom's breasts, my hands dipped lower on their next pass down Mom's cheeks, below her jaw line, to stroke and massage her neck and throat, an action that pulled her tighter against my bulging jeans. I didn't realize I was doing it until Mom spoke. "Oh, that feels really nice," she purred. "I like that." Mom arched her neck, pushing her head back and stretching her nightgown until her tits looked. She let out a soft sigh and crossed her hands in front of her, grabbing her shirt and pulling it off over her head. God her boobs, they were bigger than mine already, at least going on a c-cup when myself was barely an a-cup. Her aerials we big, and her nipples like thick eraser nubs. I leaned up and took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, biting it gently between my teeth just like how I liked it. By now I could already feel my pussy was sopping wet, my fluids soaking through the.