I moved further to squeeze my boobs over his shoulders. I could smell his body aroma and a slight shiver. My eyes surveyed his huge erection in his pa...ts, and I teasingly touched my hands.I saw the pant look into his eyes and give a naughty smile. He was so confused and blank. He woke up and left for home (turning multiple times to see my car). I waved my hand with a smile, and he bid with a blank face. That night was imagining all the scenes. I fingered my pussy twice.After this incident, we. ’ ‘What do you want?’ she asked, nervously. ‘I want you,’ replied the voice. ‘I want to give you pleasure, pleasure like you have never experienced before. I have been your friend, and now I will become your lover.’ She felt a touch on her cheek, a wispy touch, like a feather, or a caress by a gentle breeze. The touch sent a tingle through her, through all of her body. She wanted more. ‘Touch me again,’ she said. Again she felt the touch on her cheek, and another wave of pleasure, stronger this. Kim finally stopped struggling, believing that it was finally over. Grant popped his member out of her, still a little stiff and covered with his sperm. He put his hands on either side of the temp's head and yanked her mouth to his groin. Her mouth was just open enough for him to jam his cock down her throat before she knew what he was doing.Kim gagged as Grant's penis slid up and down her throat. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as he continued to fuck her face. To her. Actually we both were bad. An eighteen year old son and his thirty-six year old mother, both naked except for some paint, yours truly with an erection, standing together under the warm water drizzling down on us from the multiple shower heads, still pretending that this had nothing to do with sex. We both knew exactly what was going to happen but neither of us were even going to mention it.The paint I'd bought for our disguises turned out to be significantly more difficult to remove that either.