" She sadly tugged at a ruined NRA bumper sticker then headed away from the car. The mineshaft wasn't much taller than the Porsche and she had to stoo... over to walk.The mine smelled old. The timbers supporting it were sturdy, but many of them were put in place over one hundred years ago. A thick layer of dust covered everything and she had to fight to keep from sneezing. "God, I bet I'm a sight," she muttered as she shone the light on her dirt covered legs and skirt. She didn't even want to. It was very arousing having him undress me, and slowly expose my underwear to his view. He slid my jeansright down and I kicked them off. I stood before him, stripped to my bulging underpants. He stared at the tent in my undies and moaned softly. Then he reached out and ran his fingers over the pouch inmy briefs, tracing the outline of my rock-hard dick through the cotton, feeling my dick-head, running his fingertips up and down my shaft and then gently cradling and squeezing my balls. I felt a. My mother was definitely a squirter. "Bridgette, you have sooooooo got to get your mother to teach you how to do that!" Melanie said as she turned and looked at me with a devilish smile. But all I could think was how my mother actually was a sexual person, for there she was masturbating and propelling her orgasmic fluid out of her body. And the only thing I wondered about at the moment was wanting to taste it. How bad was that? "Oh wow, my mom gushes! Damn, that was so fucking hot! I wonder. James went to open it to find a tall, young man in his early twenties standing there with a friendly smile on his face."Hello," he said, "I'm Gavin and my mum doesn't think I have enough work to do so she sent me along to see if there was still a vacancy for a barman." Come in, Gavin. I'm James and this is my wife Jenny. Darling, this is Gavin and he's offering himself as a barman." Great," said Jenny. "Hello Gavin. Would you like a cup of coffee?" Yes, please. No sugar." We're eating off the.