Next I laid him on his back on my bed and straddled his face. “Now, baby, I am your queen and your face is my throne! Keep licking! Ahh! AHH! A...HHH! YES! OH YESSS!”With my hands thrust behind my head, I continued to ride his face. Looking up I saw reflected on the ceiling mirror a woman in the throes of her passion. Beneath me came the mumbled complaint of my son not being able to breathe.Rolling sideways and on to my back, I dragged my son’s face trapped between my thighs. With my. So I had a little over a couple weeks window to stay on the Mainland if needed to figure out the situation with Linda. Hating flying across the Pacific, I preferred at least two weeks separating departure and return."You're right, Sandy. It doesn't. How could she not wake up when some asshole slits the guy's throat right next to her?" Why wasn't she killed? And if the murderer used some knock out drug, how come she woke up while the guy still bled out?" I wonder if Chloe knows the coroner." Use. Scroll, nod. Scroll, nod. Marty took the phone and began scrolling through the pictures herself, then I saw her take a couple big swipes and say, “Whoa.”Mom grabbed the phone back, but not before she blushed an incredible red.“That was Chad, right?” Marty asked. “It just showed his body, but that was Chad? With you, right? The naked person next to naked him was you?”“Yes, it was. Oh, my gosh, I’m so embarrassed.”“Come over here, Chad,” Marty said. “Come on, nothing to worry about.”I shuffled. Even that contributed to her orgasm, and during her spasms she realized a forth finger had been shoved into her butt, her anus burning, her pussy feeling stuffed, stretched, filled. The climax shook her body again and again, Becky crying with pleasure as it tore through her. Somewhere during that the cock in her throat swelled and pulsed, the guy pumping spurt after spurt of his cum right down her throat, moaning and grinding his crotch into her face. She choked, then her climax passed and her.