I could tell the head of my dick was out past her legs and was getting moist with pre-cum. I imagine that if you could look into the sleeping bag, i... would look like mom had grown a penis with the way my dick was sticking out from between her legs. Another minute passed when my mother said something I'll never forget. "Honey, if this morning is anything to go by, you need to release yourself. She said more quiet than before. “Go ahead. I think it's the only way we'll get any sleep tonight. " Really? Have you ever...you know...licked a woman down there?" Do you mean, have I ever licked a woman's pussy? Yes, Tarra,several." Did you like the way mine tasted?" I wouldn't keep doing it if I didn't." Do you do it a lot?" I don't go looking for every pair you take off, but if I see oneI usually suck on the crotch. I guess you find that newsshocking and sickening, don't you?" No, it's kind of neat. I wouldn't mind bringing them to you ifyou want. Isn't it better if they're. You have my word that I won't mention this to a soul. As I said, it's really none of my business." I stood to leave. Fred stood and shook my hand "Good man. That's great to hear - I'm really trying to avoid causing any problems at the office, and one word of this to pretty much anyone would cause big ones. Thanks Again." Fred paused for a moment, and as I was getting ready to walk out he continued "Look, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, and you shouldn't - Because like I just got done. The table creaked in protest and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh created an alarming amount of noise. She started to shudder again, her hips moving in unison with my brutal in-driving. The table was the perfect height for fucking. I could adjust my strokes to caress her g-spot, her bearing down on the squelching withdrawal caused her ultra sensitive clit to contact my shaft. She started to squeak as her orgasm grew. She clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle her sounds of joy, her.