I scrubbed down my body but was really struggling with my hair. I was so focused on washing myself down that I didn’t notice my mom. She had remaine... in the bathroom and I could tell through the blurred glass that she was sitting on the closed toilet, reading a magazine with her legs crossed. Oh and she was still butt-ass naked. After a while of attempting to scrub out the cum, I finally gave up.“Mom! Do you think you can help me get this jizz out of my hair?”“Sure honey. Look out, I’m coming. And I was left panting and wet in the cool air as I heard the stall door open again.At first I thought it was the first person leaving, but then I felt a hand on the side of my face, I felt the bit be unbuckled and removed. For the first time in however long I could breathe properly. I opened my mouth to stretch out my jaw, but then something firm and warm was pressed into my mouth. It pulsed and throbbed as I explored the cock with my tongue. It was huge, filling my mouth, and pressing into my. HIS NAME IS RON, HE LOOKS LIKE A BUSINESSMAN,AND BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE... I'D SAY HE'S NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE,"she teased, as he just stood there on stage frozen with fear, as allthe women in the place cheered for him to strip. "DON'T MAKE ME CALLTHE STRIPPING PATROL ON YOU," she warned, before finally shutting themike off.Slowly swaying his hips from side to side, Ron started to undo his tie,but because of his lack of gusto and speed, red and blue strobe lightswere turned on by Mike, the. Then, too, the pleasure had not completely dissipated, and the stretching from his entry, while surprising, was more exciting than painful.“May I move?” She did not sound all right; she certainly did not sound as pleased as she had the moment before. On the other hand, he’d die if he could not move soon.“Certainly,” Esther said. She was completely sure of only one thing about marriage, and that was that the husband had absolute control.When he began moving in and out, she understood his wisdom..