For the first time, I had felt that softness on my fingers. I couldn’t resist but take it closer to my face to feel it.As I tried to smell it, I was...shocked by my mom’s voice right behind me. Mom with her stern voice, standing right behind me, “What do you think you are doing?”.I was shocked. I was shocked not just because mom had seen me rubbing her bra on my face but also to see her just wearing just a towel, wrapped around her bust down till her upper thighs.Mom’s hair was damp and strands. I'm only here now because I'm speaking dialogue. Then again—" Maybe I'm not here at all. Maybe just my dialogue is. Or maybe just one word at a time is here or maybe even l e s s. "Stop, stop it!" Robert covered his head. "It's horrible!" "I'm sorry Robert, but that's the kind of story this is," said Charlotte. "Of course, it's almost over." Robert looked up. For a moment he couldn't breathe. "It is?" he said. "Oh yes. There are only a few more pages. It's a short story. Outside the bathroom I pushed him against a wall, dropped to my knees and went to eat his cock. As best I could anyhow. Semi hard again and I did everything I could with it. Used it to slap my face numerous times, covered him in spit and worked him between my tits and I kept cramming as much of him into my mouth as was possible.Having him between my tits and slobbering all over him got him quite erect. Going down on him resulted in my teeth raking him, which had a negative effect on his. The other woman squirmed uncomfortably but took it well. "There now," said Tom to Jackie. "You're set for the night." "But what about Sarah?" asked Jackie. "What about her, Master?" In reply Tom took two pints of Guinness off the shelf and made Sarah drink.He twisted the bobby pins in her nipples to make her. The brew was cold sothey mustn't have been out of a fridge for long. She knew they'd made her crampand need to piss. Every drop he could make go down her throat went down. Shefelt bloated..