, ohhhhh….,, that feels soo god son. Don’t stop!” my mom said in between breaths. I was having as much fun as she was. Like Heidi’s, my mom...��s pussy was tight at first. But being in the pool somewhat loosened it. But I picked up the pace again as my balls started churning again. “Son…, mommy’s gonna cum…,” my mom said as she was also close to orgasm. Then as my balls continued to boil & churn, mom’s inner pussy walls tightened as she reached her climax. “OHHHHHH…, YES…, YES…., YES!!!!!” . Heck, one can be up to six minutes late without even Stumpy the wonder nerd noticing. Not that it matters because all he could do is whine to the exact same manager who shares my extremely low opinion of the pimply-faced pain in the ass (it is only a rumour that the guy I replaced was fired for hiring his annoying hind end, but he wasn’t a happy camper so I think that he hired Stumpy as revenge). Even if I was spared the pitiful complaints of my least favorite employee and most of the store was. But one word of yelling and the gag would be replaced tighter than before. She nodded her head agreeing to his terms, still tightly bound and blindfolded. He then told her to slightly open her mouth because he was going to make her drink a large glass of wine. That would ease her fright and get her relaxed for what was to come. She reluctantly did as she was told and slowly drank the whole large glass. She could almost immediately feel the anesthesia effect of the wine making her dizzy. . For the next year or so, the two itinerants continued to roam northwards with no opportunity to settle down. The ocean was to their left and the endless dust and dirt of the desert to their right. They trudged sometimes through sand, sometimes through woodland, but more often over patchy bush and savannah. On occasion they followed the path of a river that took them deep inland, but as both women now knew better how to find food from the shore than from the desert as soon as an opportunity.