LOGINThe poor, tormented, lucky boy nearly strained his neck nodding his agreement as Pam scooted in closer until his impressive scrotum rested against her skin, and in a mostly calm tone, said, "Before we start our conversation, I will tell you what my plan is, so you won't be surprised. It looks like you're not producing any cleanser right now, so I am just going to spit a little on my fingers and apply my saliva to the reddest areas. If you start producing, you know, later, I'll add that to my saliva to really go after the toughest spots. Ready?"She didn't wait for a reply, saying, "So, what are we going to talk about while I work on the stains? I know, I'll tell you about the helicopter ride to the island with Amy and her dad, and you can tell me all about what you, Beth and Sue did on the island." Between the words Beth and Sue, Pam delicately spit onto the index and middle finger of her right hand, and leaned closer to press them on the right side of his plump cockhead, down close t
Ron watched on as Amy's mom began to knead his hip and the side of his ass. She did this with great concentration on her hands moving mere inches from his swaying erection, essentially offering up the perfect opportunity to fully admire her practically flawless physique kneeling there on the bed before him. The movement of her hands across his skin caused her boobs to sway, gently testing the minimal coverage of the toilet paper. The way her breasts escaped from the damp tissues, exposing both bronzed and randomly a sliver of alabaster skin before the nearly transparent TP offered her the facade of modesty. Given the way the paper clung to her ridiculously erect nipples, he could faintly make out a few tiny little bumps along the base of the closest tit.Pam shifted her right leg across Ron's snugly bound body until she was straddling him, her knee inches away from his reddened scrotum and her damp pussy randomly dipping tortuously close to his tensed thigh as she continued kneading h
"No, I mean, I guess I have sort of by accident, you know, when petting gets a little intense, but Brother Aaron says that it is understandable that teenagers are going to experiment a little, but if the intention is not to, you know, finish, it is forgiven in God's eyes. So, I can never do it myself, cause that would obviously not be an accident." He rambled a little, hoping Pam would let his rather transparent lie pass without pressing him further. He waited until she took yet another glance to his crotch, and flexed his dick, the large and straining head pulsing a little deeper red color right before her eyes.The pot was steadily invading her thoughts and working her body with a heightened awareness of how exposed.....and tempting, she must appear posed only three feet from her own daughter's naked, bound boyfriend, his thick penis twitching and completely available to her. In the few seconds it took for her to spy his penis jerk and redden, Pam felt her own sex pulse with a renew
Pam, on the other hand, even without the marijuana buzz was growing more comfortable in the way her gym-honed body was increasing Ron's torment, even though she'd made him pledge to behave. That was actually a big part of the naughty fun she'd had on this trip, teasing the well-endowed teenager while professing an innocence, or at least a reluctant participation, in what she was doing or how she was dressed. After alternating the roach for 4 hits each, she likewise peeked to the mirror to confirm the undeniably, wickedly wanton image she portrayed, deeply tanned, damp and barely covered by the increasingly transparent and steadily deteriorating toilet paper.Willing herself to speak as if presenting herself in such an alluring manner next to her daughter's naked, bound, fully erect boyfriend was perfectly normal, Pam asked, "So, can you tell yet if that helped? Are you feeling better?""Ah, yeah, I guess so. But, do you think I am clean enough, you know, down there?" his own buzz enab
With her main goal having been to cover her nipples, Pam had used all three layers of the toilet paper over essentially the same path. The third layer had mostly eliminated the damp transparency of the first two applications, but her erect nipple was poking out with such ferocity as to threaten to rip through her protection. Beyond that little issue, she'd failed to adequately address the substantial cleavage still present, and currently acting as a drainage path for the shower water still dripping down over much of her body, or the fact that her untanned underboob was quite obvious peeking from the bottom edge.Looking to her hips, the image was equally sinful. There had been only enough toilet paper remaining to wrap around her body about 4 or 5 times. This limited her coverage to mere inches above her damp vagina, and would have exposed much of her pubic hair had Beth not shaved her bald two days ago. The bottom edge came down to just a couple of inches below her naughty bits.Pam
As panic overcame her, she carefully retracted her hand and rolled silently from the bed, and at once was greeted by her nude form in the closet mirrors that last night had provided Ron an excellent view of her best feature. Her nakedness reminded her of the latter part of the evening, when Beth had brought her to orgasm in the shower with the dildo and her fingers, and had then manipulated her to sleep naked next to the bound, blindfolded boy. Her body began to betray her moral concerns, and grow warm to those memories, and Pam quickly decided a long cool shower was in order, to help her regroup and sort through the prior nights events.Upon hearing her friend shut the bathroom door, Beth sat up and removed the robe sash from Ron's head, allowing him vision for the first time in hours. She lightly kissed and nibbled on his ear as she whispered "Good morning lucky boy," while at the same time lightly tracing her fingers up and down his chest. "Does this thing ever rest?" She continued
"Consider this my rent payment," she laughs as she resumes massaging my thighs. I spread my legs and momentarily feel her hands pause on my inner thigh. My eyes flutter open just a bit but it's enough to see her staring at my rising package. Her fingers slowly resume their talented manipulation as
"Okay, whatever you say, Aunt Sara." He's breathing hard and starring at my hard nipples pushing out the thin material of my robe. I stand up and drop the robe on the floor. His cock twitches and a bead of precum glistens from the tip. I better speed things up a little, for him and me."Do you know
What am I doing here? Several answers rush through my brain. I'm watching videos of you playing burglar and tying up your wife, of my sister spanking me, and your son fucking his mother. But none of those come out of my mouth. My wet pussy wants him to do more than stare at it and I surprise myself
"So, she sets up Guitar Hero III but lets it play in demo mode," he smiles as he continues his story."You didn't really want to play video games did you?" she asked as she pulled me down next to her on the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck. I just shook my head as her lips met mine and she







