I certainly don't want to be driving when you shoot that hot load for me." Kay grinned.Several miles later Kay saw the sign for the rest area. Relucta...tly she pulled her hand away from her son's warm cock."Zip up, son, we'll stop here," she said.Ricky pushed his straining prick back into his pants and closed them up causing a very uncomfortable feeling in his swollen balls."I don't have to pee", he said, disappointedly."Well, I do. And I'd like you to come with me if you don't mind." she. ‘I’m afraid I don’t know your name. I’m Lana.’ ‘I’m Emma.’ ‘What’s your connection with this lot? I work with Gina and she told me to get to know the drama queens, as she calls them, because she knows I’ve done a bit of acting and they need all the help they can get.’ Her eyes smiled mischievously. Lana was, it transpired, new to Gina’s firm and the city of Bath, my hometown. She had come from London where she’d tired of the hectic and pressured life of a city solicitor. She’d bought herself. I didn't mind shaving my legs and armpits but shaving my crotch was ahassle - like the skin there is loose in some areas - and there arethings I have to shave around carefully - like, I really don't want tonick certain things. So I stopped shaving that area of my body but thedark brown stubble that developed didn't look good - at least I didn'tlike it - it didn't seem to bother Joe at all - so I started bleaching itwith peroxide. After a couple of months all the hair had grown back downthere. It was so hot to watch even his own cock penetrating her that he didn’t last long. Her arousal also seemed good.When he talked to her afterwards, she said that was working well for her and she could just focus on the sensations without any of her shyness intruding. Then the big question. “Could she tell it was him?” Of course, she wouldn’t be expecting anyone else so that was difficult to answer. “What if it were a different man? Do you think you could tell? If you could, would it be.