You can fuck me if you want to, just pull my hungry mouth off your cock, throw me down onto my back and fuck the living shit out of me with your fuckp...le, if you want! Either way, I don’t mind!”I sat down, leaning against the backrest of the sleeper couch, and Shelby moved forward on her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her hand and fed it into her hungry mouth, her mouth descending down onto my cock like a hungry chick swallowing a worm. “Yeah baby, suck my cock,” I groaned, watching. “I want a little slave licking my feet!”Right when she said that I froze. Did she know that I was here? Or did she just want a slave? How should I know?“MMmmm! He came in my stockings!”She was talking about me, or maybe to me? I could not take the chance; it’s my friend’s mom! I stayed quiet. And she just kept getting louder and louder. I clearly heard that her pussy was wet. And right there, she came so hard that she was squirting all over the place. Then I just felt my cock going off while. It only made sense to try to get there rather than drive all the way home, right? The traffic started to move again. I had to make up my mind, take a right turn at the next one-way street and go home, or drive another block, turn left and double back to Amy’s. I put my foot on the brake and slid right past the stop sign and through the intersection. Hey, I can recognize a sign from God as quick as the next guy. It took 15 minutes to drive those two blocks. Finally, I pulled in front of a. ’ ‘I’ll have a look.’ I reply unenthusiastically, my confidence deflating. In my experience messing with computers is a sure plea for frustration and headache. ‘It is 10:30.’ Liz says indicating politely that she is going to pay for my time starting now. A refreshing gust of wind blows past me whispering in the grass as I step over uneven lumps of weeds and cooch grass towards a dilapidated matching garden shed that flanks the house. The sliding door leans precariously at a diagonal allowing.