Toby, my son, was asleep in the other queen bed. He was snoring very gently.I threw the covers aside and quietly pulled up my negligee. I was naked be...eath it. My hand slid down to my cunt and began to rub. Oh, that felt nice. I stroked slowly, both my slit and my clit, before pressing three fingers against my clit and rubbing a little faster.Images flashed through my mind. Like so often while masturbating, most images lasted just for a second. Someone’s cock, someone’s cunt, someone’s cum,. The guards stood just inside the door, behind the prisoner."You are Margery Jennings. It is alleged that you said that our beloved Führer is a silly little man with a very silly moustache," accused her interrogator, "and then that you said that you would not sit down and eat with Nazis."Margery said nothing."So you do not deny it?" asked the Sergeant."I have nothing to say to you until my lawyer arrives," she replied."This is the Gestapo, investigating anti-state activities. There will be no. I relent. The truth is, I want to be inside her, and if not across the hood, then something else. I unzip and pull out my cock and she swallows it completely. It’s my turn to moan as my foot presses against the floorboards. Fuck! She can suck.I let her enjoy my pre-cum and then work the shaft in the close confines of the front-seat. Her head is on the steering wheel and she struggles with it as I play with her ass. She begs for more.I fuck myself up into her, and I can feel my 8-inch cock hit. So, I take it you're Mr. Jones, Chalise and Darrell's dad, right?" she asked, leading to me quickly making introductions all around."This is my girlfriend, Kitty Washerstein," I told Rodger without any embellishment. His eyebrows shot up. "Part of what we wanted to explain to you this evening is that Chalise and I have a unique three way relationship with Kitty."Rodger started to sit up, obviously preparing to say something when Darrell headed him off at the pass."Good evening, Kitty," Darrell.