"aaaaaaaaah” I think she wanted me to fuck her mouth, yeah she probably did.I removed my boxers and moved forward, I ran my dickhead round her lips ...hen I pushed it inside her mouth and then down her throat. If there was one thing she could do well was swallow my cock. I grabbed her head and pressed her head towards me. I could feel my cock in her throat, I was fucking her mouth and it felt great I had to stop at various intervals to avoid cumming. I was feeling a huge orgasm building up, I. ***When I woke it was with a pounding head, all I felt like doing was hiding under the covers and sleeping off my hangover, instead I forced myself out of bed. After some aspirin and a shower I felt semi-human again, wrapped in an old housecoat I went downstairs to find my son making breakfast for both of us."Morning mum," he greeted me with a grin "here, I think you need this."He held out a cup of strong, black coffee which I took gratefully. Sinking into a chair at the kitchen table I. She maintains firm eye contact with Stacy. "You seem to be losing focus. I don't remember seeing 'easily distracted' on your resumé." What the? I don't... what does she want from me? Stacy, almost in shock, slowly bends down and picks her pen up off the floor. She can't help but feel embarrassed, almost censured by Miss Cara's rejection. She attempts to get comfortable in her rigid seat and puts pen back to paper. "I'd like it if you could try to be professional when you're in my office," Cara. God! He was there, wanting her child to suck his cock! They'd been discovered, and the horror of what she and Wendy were engaged in made her moan in further shame, and she wanted to somehow run as Wendy had run, escape from the naked and shameless cavorting against nature and man... She started to sob, but her hot breath only inflamed Wendy's pussy more, and the child ground her cunt onto her mother's face reflexively; Marleen realized then that her daughter, while tragically terrified of this.