He slowly pulled his shorts down... I gasped as I saw his semi hard cock. It was long and thick; it looked twice the size of my husband's. I reached o...t and held it. He said nothing, but his faced said everything. His look was one of pure lust and desire.His hands moved behind my head; his fingers began playing with my hair. Anton then took a step back and his dick slipped from my hands. But then I felt Charlie's naked body come up behind me. His cock jabbed between my ass cheeks. I could tell. Getting used to this is an act of will, not autonomic. Whatever was out there, is in here now. Somehow it has seeped through solid walls of brick, steel, and given the sophistication of that first lock, probably lead.The lights inside the facility go completely dark now, and with them, every trace of artificial illumination. All we have left is a rippling pane of moonlight, sneaking past the darkness and through the churning dust in the atmosphere. The cool light stretching through the. ’ ‘You think?’ ‘It was for my boyfriends phone.’ ‘Oh, not yours?’ ‘Nope. I got one of those Samsung things a while ago. The big one, ya know?’ ‘And your boyfriend? He around?’ ‘Nope, we broke up. Say, you don’t think he did it, do you?’ ‘Does he still have a key?’ ‘No. I got it back from him.’ ‘Uh-huh. Got a phone number for him?’ ‘No, I sure don’t.’ ‘That’s okay. Look, I’m going to poke around here for a bit, look for finger prints, and I’m going to photograph the shoe print on the door, take. His eyes were closed; his thighs spread wide; his one hand was gently holding his hard on, which was pointing erotically towards the ceiling.My mouth was suddenly dry. For the first time, I was watching my son’s grown cock in person. It was a real thing, solid meat of rigid muscles, much beautiful and delectable from the pictures he had sent to me. I had a wild urge of pulling the hem of my gown and lower my dripping pussy over his raging hard on. Oh…God! My cunt was on fire. I could no longer.