I was eating my own mother’s pussy while my hands caressed her large ass, and she was loving it! “Oh, fuck!” she screamed (I had never heard my ...om say, “Fuck.”). “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Then, a huge flow of squirt juices burst into my mouth and onto my face: “Oh, my fucking, god,” I thought to myself, “My own mom is a squirter!”When she finished squirting, she lay there moaning with her legs quivering. I rose up and moved on top of her. She looked right into my. I was sure the agencies would find them in time.The all clear was given an hour later; the White House had been checked for all kinds of poisons that could have been covered by smoke.Outside they were still carting off protesters. They had them sitting in rows in flex cuffs on their ankles as well as on their wrists. The tire fires were out; drenched in foam. The fire department had fans they were using to move the smoke residue out of the area, for whatever little good they did.I went to the. The man gripped my nipples between his fingers andpulled and twisted them.? ?Oooh, no. Please, ooooooh.? I felt hismanhood begin to probe at my slit, slipping into my pussy, and the man rose andfell on top of me, thrusting his shift in and out, lubricated by my juiceswhich were now gushing from me. ?Ooooh, don?t dothis.? I felt full, my inner lips being abused by the constant thrusting andwithdrawal. The humiliation of giving myself up to this unknown assailant wasoverwhelming me, tears pouring. Together they cleared the weeds, grubbed out some roots, laid out spaces for guano and other fertilizer, hammered in stakes for the fence they intended to erect, drew rough plans for two open-sided sheds to cover their goods and unloaded several reels of barbed wire and a small pile of steel fence posts.As puffy clouds climbed and darkened in the late afternoon, Zed mounted to the driver's seat with Robert beside him, his collarless shirt limp in the early summer heat and his short boots orange.