Now that she'd had a taste of male cum, she craved more of it."I said, watch that tongue! Jesus!"Shawn grabbed her head and yanked his cock out of her...mouth. His prick flexed up and down, dripping with her spit. A few drops of watery fluid shot from his open piss-hole before his cock stopped flexing.He sighed with relief, then pulled her out of the Saab and pushed her down on her hands and knees on the ground. He kneeled behind her and pulled down her bikini panties."Nice ass. Jesus Sis, you. My father is a business man, and he drinks daily. Because of that my mom is mentally depressed. If she gets angry she doesn’t know what she is doing. My brother will always support my father, and if anything goes wrong he starts to beat my mom. If i am there i fought for my mom and i try to console her. Actually she behaves very normal with outsiders, but she misbehaves with my dad and brother, and she is very affectionate to me. She is teacher in her earlier days. My mom is in her 40’s now and. She grabs Cindy’s long red hair and forces her head back. She kisses the younger woman deeply.Soon Cynthia is naked and dry. Her wrists shackled above her head to a thick oak bedpost.“Are you sure about this?” Estley asks holding a blindfold. Cindy nods with a smile. Then her world goes black.Cynthia shivers as the older woman caresses parts of her body with just the tips of her fingers. A ticklish side here, there along her shoulder, just beneath one large breast, down the inside of a thigh.. He was on the phone and was yelling at someone. Then he told my mom to start packing her clothes. He told me to give him my phone and to start packing my clothes. He handed me a bunch of big black lawn trash bags.“Why?”“Because I said so! Now do it.” He looked almost crazy, and I was so scared that I didn’t ask any questions. I just started jamming my clothes in the bags. When I was done, I went into the living room to find my mom crying and my dad was carrying suitcases and bags out to a truck.