There was one picture where they were hugging and Mom was kissing Karen’s cheek…. It was all I could do. Grabbing the smaller pair of boy shorts... I blasted my second load of cum deep into the seat and across the lacy front of the panty, knowing what was going to be done with them! I was someplace between guttural grunts and a hoarse roar as I felt my nuts attempt to push themselves through my pulsing dick and out into the panties. It was one of the best self-stimulated orgasms I had had in. Personally, I just want orgasms. I like those. A lot.Which is why hope dies last.“The dishes and the bathroom,” I say, and Stacy gives an excited little squeak and a double high five to seal the deal.“Fuck yes, girl! You will not regret it. This one is real special.”I have a feeling I will regret it, but at least I won’t have to do the dishes or clean the bathroom for the next four months, so I’ve got that going for me.*The thing I am holding in my hand a couple of days later, courtesy of. I slide my tongue down her neck sucking and softly biting, stopping at her breast to take in the magnificent sight. I began pleasing her enormous titties with my mouth, sucking and licking before I felt her chocolate nipples begin to rise again. She removed my t-shirt to expose my 18 year old frame, hardened and chiseled from all the military drilling and physical training. In the dark I could hear the clinking of my belt being unfastened and I knew there was no turning back then. I laid back. They jumped on a moving train and took their comfort together in a corner of a clacking boxcar full of cattle. They drank milk from the udder of a cow that was in that car, and sated their hunger, nourishing their bodies for the day in which they had their being.A night and a day and part of another night passed. They'd arrived in the nation's capital and waited for the men to open the doors of the car and offload the cattle. Nourished, rested and strengthened by the abundance of fresh milk the.