The voice that had been whispering before the growl came back again this time as a shout with only one word, “run". We reacted instantly, me and Sam...grabbed Tom, pulled him to his feet and ran. The excited growl echoed though the tunnels again and as if a switch had been flipped Tom’s legs gave way and he collapsed. We tried to pick him up again but he just kept muttering “leave me.” I tried to tell him we wouldn’t and then we saw it.It emerged from the wall like it was some kind of sentient. I tried closing myeyes to wish myself back home, but I could not even close my eyes!Unable to see in the dark, I relied on my other senses. I could smell afaint latex smell, I could hear but it was muffled and I could feelthat I was on a hard surface wearing some sort of loose clothes. Panicset in, it was like being locked in a box, paralyzed. After what seemedlike a couple minutes of panic, I calmed down realizing that eventhough I was not breathing, I was also not suffocating.---What seemed. She obviously knew about my little hobby(not many boyshave a 40 square ft walk-in closet filled with dresses, shoes and wigsin their bedroom(built it mysef during the hollidays...) but it wasnever discussed so i kept some things from her, like my outsideactivities. Mother seemed to be alright with my little hobby as longas it was kept to my part of the house and out of her direct sight. Iaccepted that for the time being as i didn't want to disturb thestatus quo.I'm not shure why meeting up with. His mother pivoted slowly to present her back to him.The cheeks of her ass were twin marvels, sliding in his hands, and the cleft between them was highly arousing as he dipped a finger into it. Jerry had to stand closer, to touch his distended prick to that beguiling flesh, and he rubbed it against his mom's buttocks as he washed her back and neck, then reached around to hold those rich, heavy tits again.Angela backed into him, rolling her ass, and his soapy cock slid all over her wet skin..