I felt my son’s fingers gently exploring my cunt, rubbing the soft folds, tracing the length of my wet slit, smearing the cum into my hair. He poked...his index finger inside my inner folds, gently sliding it deep into my recess. I cried with delight as his finger entered into my hot ravine and squeezed his cock hard. “Ohhhh…! Mom,” He whispered hoarsely. “You cunt is so hot.”Rahul started fingering my cunt furiously, causing my cunt to release its juices in abundance. I was sucking him harder. I reached under the cover and squeezed my cock through my underwear, determined to do something about this spot of bother between my legs, which has deprived me of restful sleep the night before. The door opened again and dad’s face, still plastered with suspicion poked inside the room. “Your mother is calling you to breakfast, Milosh.” There! Milosh. He obviously didn’t believe my little story. I couldn’t care less. He was the one in trouble, not me and I decided not to feel or show any. Im just moving my hips and ass so sensually, and at the same time looking around to see if people were looking and wanted to see if there was someone I liked to dance with and maybe eventually fuck... my pussy was getting so wet... I was afraid that my pussy juice would start flowing down from my panties to my inner thigh... but I didn't care, I kept going... one guy approached me from behind and starts dancing with me, and I go along with it... grinding my ass around his crotch... and he is. It was some time before the driver stopped the van. The windows in the back were frosted, so neither victim could see as to where they were going. Ron figured they must be out of town for the last part of their journey had been up an unmade, bumpy lane. The driver opened the rear door. "Right, out you get, and you mister, take one of those bags with you! Will, blindfold them. We don't want them seeing too much." "What do you.