I was sitting on watching television. She came to my home and sat on the floor with my mom and started cutting vegetables. It was their usual routine....They would gossip about the world and cut vegetables at that time of the day.She was sitting facing me but at almost 60 degrees to my right, and my mom was facing her. From that angle, her face and her breasts were clearly visible to me. And that I am pretty sure she was not wearing any bra.That was the first time I was looking at a cleavage. For. I felt her movements and a few minutes later, the light went off. I led there in bed waiting for my cock to deflate, which felt like an eternity and a day.After a restless few hours, the sun flooded our room, the curtains did very little difference in blocking out the sunlight. I shook off my sleep and we brushed our teeth and made our way over to the diner across from the motel. Mom was in good spirits like yesterday. Maybe it was because we were so close now. A few more hours and we’d be in. More rustling. Grunts of exertion. And then... The first splatters seared her bruised and beaten flesh. They — she knew not how many — released their seed onto her unresisting form. Over and over she was targeted, her body painted in ropes, globs, and smears of ejaculate. Her freshest wounds burned at the contact, but when she reflexively cried out in pain the flood was enthusiastically redirected at her open mouth. She quickly snapped it shut but lacked the energy to expel, and so it slowly. I also don't see the appeal of two girls wrestling in mud." You're not weird, you're evolved." Unless it's with me," I added."I withdraw my comment."I grinned, and we sat there, looking out the big picture windows at the gently falling snow. I rubbed the ass of her jeans with one hand and traced designs on her thigh with the other."Want to tell me about it?" she asked after almost ten minutes."Yes." Well?" she asked several minutes later."Can't. Not my secret to tell."Tami nodded. "Kelly." I.