The kiss sends shivers along my body, covering my skin with goose-bumps. My hand moves to the back of his head, bringing him closer to me. The other ...hand moves on its own to the sash of his robe, slowly untying it with fumbling fingers. I need to feel him, to hold him, to caress his skin. The hollowness of fear that I felt earlier needs to be filled, and only his touch, his body, his love will do that. Our heads angle as he rests his hand on the side of the bed and the other on my shoulder. I. It goes to show what can happen when a woman has a son who cares enough to give his mother his cock.Speaking of the caring son, he liked what he was seeing even more than Vic did. And why wouldn’t the k** like it? His mother was giving another guy a blowjob right there in front of him. What was NOT to like? And don’t forget what his piece of ass mother was doing with the cock buried deep inside her still hot pussy. Anthony didn’t lose sight of that. He knew exactly whose cunt he was. The lot was around 300 feet wide and 1500 feet long. The warehouse was situated to one side of the lot, he estimated the width of the building at 230 feet and the length at around 1100 feet, counting the office area at the front. The office section was not quite as wide as the warehouse itself. The whole building was two stories high. There were two vertical rolling door entrances, both large enough for a truck, one on the side at the front and one in the back.He had just finished his drive. I remember to sit down before urinating, but still try to ease my non-existent cock and balls under the rim. It appears that some masculinereflexes are more ingrained than others.I rinse my hands and shake the excess water from them - naturally thereare no towels or soap - feeling increasingly uneasy. The bedroom is theonly place left to investigate; if I draw a blank there I'm not sure whatI'll do.Go out and root around in dustbins for sharp objects or lumps of wood?Bring back a heap of.