As soon as she feels him she reaches around behind her and grabs at his swollen cock through his shorts. “Oooh! That feels hard!” Rita manages to ...et out between the moans and groans being caused by his fingers.“It sure is! And it will feel even harder when I slap on your clit before I ram it into your wet pussy!” He teases.“Oh yes please! What else will you do to me mister?”“You will have to wait and see, you naughty little girl.” “I’m not naughty, I’m a good girl!” she answers in her best. Everyone she passed stared, their eyes wide and glassy under the streetlamps. She didn't stop until her lungs were about to burst.When she’d put a dozen blocks between herself and Leila’s building, she paused. Now she was in the same neighborhood as the first "wild dog attack." She leaned against a fence, chain link with barbed wire at the top. Trash and empty bottles kicked in the gutters. Gargoyles showed their teeth on the nearest building. Across the way a marquee with flashing lights. A wide brimmed hat. A beard. Fake moustaches. More than enough stuff to disguise two nude bike riders. To disguise a mother and her son.It was just after eleven at night when I finally got home. I'd been in my room for only about five minutes before mom appeared in my doorway. She found me sitting at my desk facing my computer. All I had on were a pair of boxer shorts. I'd been waiting for her. I'd already started up my laptop and opened the home page of the Onancock Nudist Society.Mom didn't. He could almost see her pussy hairs outlined under her thin summer dress that did nothing to hide the lush curves that she was blessed with."Sal, I need you to help me if you got some time!"He was surprised because the very attractive brunette had always acted a bit stuck-up like he was some kind of servant or hired hand. He could see the blush on her cheeks and the nervous way she patted her lustrous black hair with her hand. He let his thoughts wander to her pussy hair and just how thick it.