He took my hand and placed it between his legs on to his cock and he got me to pull his cock, which I did. It was liking milking a cows tit, except it...was huge, fat and long.A few minutes later I felt him move again and before I knew it he was mounting my face, his hard cock bouncing around my lips. I was watching it as it bounced around my mouth.The curiosity going through my head as I looked at his cock, "what would it be like? What would it taste like? How would it feel?"So I opened my mouth. I called Glen Hawthorne as soon as I disconnected from Hal and made an appointment to see him the next morning at eleven.That evening I pretended that everything was fine and as far as I could tell Mandy accepted it. The next morning when I got home from work I didn't bother to check the attic cam since it had already shown me what I had needed to find out - who was checking the remote receiver - and I went right to the telephone tap."Good morning." Good morning. Everything okay?" He's been a. We haven't actually been to it, but mother has used them, likeall smart travelers. They're perfectly clean, and if you've been onthe road and need to freshen up, why the hell not get a shower.We tear down the highway and enter the store/service area. Mother'scar is electric, so she plugs into a charger. Mother buys a ticket andwe head into the waiting area for the showers to come available. Sincethis area is so intensely matriarchal, almost all the truckers here arewomyn. Several truckers. Another tall redhead met them when they stepped off. Her lithe, thin body accented by a floor-length evening gown. She plastered herself against Claude, kissing him."It's good to see you, son." She gushed."Always, mother. How's your day going?" He replied, patting her ass."This ... this is your mother?" Richard sputtered."Yes." Claude turned. "Richard, Duke, this is my mother, Shirley. She's the General Manager here at the Paradise Cove Singles Getaway Resort." Ma'am, please excuse me, you just.