The next few miles seemed to creep by.We pulled into the rest stop which fortunately was vacant. I found a parking space out away from the building th...t had some privacy, although if anyone pulled in we would be rather obviously parked. I put down the tailgate and Kim hopped in. I virtually ripped her jeans off, managing to get only one leg out of her pants and panties. She looked so slutty propped up on her elbows with her jeans and panties hanging from her one leg, legs spread and pussy wet. We slowly pulled our shorts back on and started walking back to the house. We were both quiet, both deep in thought, the experiences of the last few hours were really overwhelming.When we got to the house I went off to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet my eye caught something white hanging from the laundry basket. I leant across and slowly pulled the pair of panties from the laundry basket. They still felt warm. I looked at the crotch and saw that they were still very wet. I lifted them to. " Victor smiled down at me, his chest heaving from his exertions.The whole situation was bizarre, here I lay on the thick pile of the living room carpet feeling fully satisfied for the first time in my life, but it had been my own son that had given me that satisfaction! I could feel his juices start to trickle from my pussy as I lay gazing up at my son, one thing I was thankful for was that I had been sterilised at my husbands' insistence. Deep down I knew that what was happening was wrong,. Between the sobs she mumbled, "You are getting your revenge for Bob aren't you? Making me fuck all those stinking horrible Arabs, and I expect I'll go to another one now?" I neither know nor care where you will end up. You let Bob pimp you out to his friends, and you knew that was the deal he was offering before you left me," Derek pointed out, "What's the difference between whoring in Bob's house, and the same life in mine, here in Kobekistan? Now lie on the whipping bench." You bastard," she.