Finally, we made it out of the shops and made our way home. I was quiteexhausted. It wasn't just all the traipsing around the shops that hadworn me ou... but all the nervous energy I had used up too.When we got home, we inevitably ended up in the bedroom. She told me toundress and I did so. Standing there, naked and almost hairless, I feltvery exposed, the little penis hanging limply between my legs. It wasreally looking quite woebegone and out of place. My hips had swelled, mybreasts were ,. “Right here on my pants.”I almost spit out the bite of muffin I was enjoying. Fuck! That's my cum stain, I thought to myself as I tried to maintain my composure.“That's okay,” Cheryl replied cordially. As I watched the woman's fake attempt to remove the spot from herself, I had a hard time containing a laugh. Indeed, those are the same pants she was wearing last night, the same pants I had my hand inside, the same pants that received a large stray blob of spunk that she jerked out of my. But then he just shrugged and pounced on her. He fell on the bed beside the hooker, his cock thrusting forward as he fucked the visage only he could see.“Yes, yes, yes, take it, whore!” he snarled, his hairy balls swaying as his little cock pumped in the air.The hooker’s jaw dropped. She sat up, her hands going to her breast, covering them up like she felt so exposed. I giggled at the bafflement on her lips as the man kept fucking the air beside her. The bed creaked as he grunted his. “Don’t try and peek Ray. Keep it clean!” She winked and started down the hall. I had to give her credit; her plan was awesome. Mom never entered the room, and even if I hadn’t already picked up on it, now it was clear what she wanted me to do. Unfortunately, at that very moment, Mom started sniffing the air. “Hmm, do you guys smell something.” She asked with and inquisitive expression on her face. She slowly stepped into the living room. My heart raced, and I stepped forward in between her and.