Upon exiting, Mom's seat was soaking wet. The car was saturated with the smell of needed sexual relief. I got stared at by a number of women, the tent...ever growing. Mom, in heat and her boobs swaying, got stared at by every man in the place. We had to sit on different sides of the plane, so great was our need for each other. Our hormone levels were off the charts and I believe Mom was getting off to the turbulence.After we landed at 2:37 that afternoon, a limo was there to meet us. The surly. Now, a year later, we speak daily or almost daily and I have had the opportunity to meet and enjoy her charms first hand. Suffice it to say that we will probably be talking with each other for many years to come. A few weeks ago she posted some pics here on Xhamster. They were of her and some bbc that she knew. I mentioned to her that it might be wise not to include her face, but how do you show a pic of a blow job and not include a face? So the pics went up anyway. You would think that. I knew whatwas about to happen. I then felt hot cum squirt against the back of my throat. It was delicious. The guy grabbed me by the throat said with a stirn voice 'swallow it!' He was too late. I opened my mouth to reveal no semen of any kind. He smiled as he walkedover to the corner. Then The remaining two guys changed positions. With little hesitationguy number 3 slid his cock in. Rapidly going in and out. All 9 inches. I could feel his tightveins rubbing against my sphincter. the other guy. My job dictates my attire, yet I embrace it. My salt and pepper hair is thick and nicely groomed, and, for several years now, I have sported a trimmed mustache and goatee to match. I detest the sardine-like conditions that go hand and hand with commuter travel, but tolerate them. As with every rush hour commute, the car was packed elbow to elbow, with barely room to turn around. Everyone fidgeted a bit, settling into their own personal space for the 28-minute commute out of town. The jockeying.