”“Modern art statue?” The driver reads the customs declaration and slowly shakes his head. “Huh. Well, less said about that the better.”“A...reed,” says Harry. “Pleased to have it off my hands!”“You’re on,” says the driver. “Paperwork: here is your Ace receipt and your tracking number and barcode.” He fixes more adhesive labels onto the crate. “You’ve got our app?”“Yep, it’s here,” says Harry, showing him the icon on the screen of his smart phone.“OK,” says the driver, “so to track your. Thinking of this made my erection stiffen even more; and I found myself wishing I'd been able to see the rest of those photos she'd had on her phone. I was sure that whoever the black guy was, that he and my mom had very probably ended up fucking---and that, more than anything, caused my erection to stiffen more, as well as begin to ooze that slippery, clear pre-cum fluid that was the most obvious indicator of arousal; and I liked the feeling.In my minds-eye, I pictured that black guys big. Not just yet. She ignored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her breasts and she tingled with excitement. "Oh I think it was the way you looked at the bulge in my pants."So he had seen her looking. She reached out and ran her fingers over his cloth covered cock. "Tell me what you want honey."He unbuttoned her blouse, button by button until it was free of her shorts and he could see her 32B and very braless. When I arrived at bookstore, I had a two hour window, and I had been there 3 hours and 19 minutes. I was a mess and it would take extra time to get cleaned up and dressed. My hair was a wreck with strands stuck to my forehead from sweating, my knees were red with floor burns, I had cum and saliva stuck to the bottom of my bare feet with the goo squishing between my toes not to mention the wet slime on my boobs and forearms. My jaws and wrists were so tired while my lips were completely numb..