Two were women: one was in a frumpy short yellow dress and fuzzy blue scarf, and looked like a 1920s flapper. The other wore a tattered suit."What's h...ppening?" my mom said. She leaned forward to watch more closely. My arm fell flat to the bed."I have no idea," I said.The movie was clearly not that old – also clearly from the 80s, but it hadn't aged too badly. It would have been high definition and if we weren't watching it on a DVD player on our shitty box TV in our shitty excuse for a motel.. “What?”“Your dick,” she said and looked around guiltily. “The way it moves by itself. It’s kind of like it won’t move on its own, but the sun powers it. It’s a solar powered dick,” she got a big kick out of her own joke. “I can think of times when it would be nice to have a sunlamp,” she snickered.I looked down. I had felt it. It wasn’t erecting. I’d noticed it years earlier and never paid attention any more. But as we both studied my cock, it did start to fill out. I wasn’t erecting, though. The guy was still sitting on the driver's side in his briefs; he immediately removed his shirt and underwear; jumped all over me grabbing my tits and lavishly sucking and biting on my already sore nipples, the ecstasy of pain and pleasure forcefully applied on my tits made my cum burst out in full force and squirting all over his sheets. I could feel the wetness of my fluids touching my pussy and warming my ass. I was drenched in my own cum below the waist. I pulled the huge black guy onto my. . ?" She gave Wes's jeans a tug at their waistband. Wes lifted his hips as Nadia deftly tugged his pants and underwear off. His erection sprung free and proudly pointed upwards.Once Nadia helped Wes out of the remainder of his clothes, she propped herself near his stomach, one hand lightly circling his erection while the other one caressed his testicles. "Does that feel nice?"Wes just nodded, his eyes closed, his attention focused on the delightful sensations originating from his crotch. Nadia.