“That’s great Mrs Flowers.” Your mother responds, “I hope it’s okay that my daughters pussy juices are on my hand and fingers.” I tell her... “It’s okay. Now if you could hold part her pussy lips apart a little so I can begin to milk her clit.” You immediately raise your head and say “you’re going to milk me? In front of my mother?” “Oh yes,” I respond. “But I am also going to be working your squirt button so you completely empty all your cum juices into the container your mother is holding.” You. She said it was very nice and that she would like to go for a ride in one some time , but now she would like to see what was in the back so I help her down from the cab ,witch gave me another good look at those lovely legs and knickers but as she came down she was sliding down against my now hard cock , she just looked at me and smiled. I then let her get in the back to have a look but this time I got in with her and closed the door what are you doing she said? You have had your look flashed. :) ignore my mistakes :) a bit long storyMy college is in another city which is not very far away from my own city, may be 40 to 45 minutes.So I used to travel by the bus, like every guy I always wished for some cute and talkative girl to sit by my side in the bus :p but it never really happened as I always used to get late to catch my bus :p so only boys or man’s seat are usually empty :p. Well I still remember the date 20th march 2016 as usual I was late and I didn’t even get a seat sit down.. I was shocked. And, I was confused. Who was this man? This couldn't be my quiet, loving, gentle touching husband. The husband, whom just a few minutes ago, I was afraid to find me dressed like in this filthy costume. What possessed him to be so bossy now? And to call me a "bitch"?He left my clothing half hanging from my body. I felt his hand pressing down, forcing me lower to the floor. Oh my God. Was he forcing me to kneel?My body dropped lower. My stockinged knees hit the cold hard tile. My.