“It’s the weekend, buddy. Three nights and two days to ourselves.” She put her head next to his and hugged him, sighing at the touch of his wet ...icks on her neck. She took hold of his face and kissed his snout. He never seemed to know what to make of that. But this is what she needed. Time to recover. Time without expectations, judgment, or disappointment. Time for the one male in her life who would never let her down, demand anything from her, but was always there for her. And everything got. ”“with what mom? I can’t help you with anything like that…if you mean you want to shave or something you don’t need me for anything” Jon said, surprisingly not turned on by the proposal but kind of grossed out. Once the real thought of having to shave a sagging pussy and smelly butthole suddenly lost it any kind of kinkiness and became a frightful though. He couldn’t bring himself to actually smell his mother shit and not gag. It was all just fantasy, just like when he ever tried to taste his. Bjorn opened his eyes and said, "Hey my friend, don't leave yet, he pushed himself to a sitting position, look what I've got here, he held his penis at the base, he waved it at the man who'd stopped and looked directly at Bjorn. When his eyes fell to Bjorn's dick they got bigger momentarily, he glanced around at us sitting there, watching, listening. Bjorn smiled at the man then winked at him. I could tell he wanted to leave, but that dick waving there was like a magnet. Bjorn took his. It was a real wild bar and pickup place. "Did you ... dance?" Yes, a little. Well, a bit actually but it was okay. Nothing happened ... well ... nothing really."She pulled her dress off over her head and then I could see raw red lines from fingers clawing over her body. And I could see something had matted in her well-trimmed pubic hair, the mat thick and pressed down. I turned on the light and gasped as I saw she'd been worked over. I tried to sit up but she put her hand firmly on my head and.