I hear some moaning coming from a stall. So, of course I have topeak thru the crack to see what's going on. I see my mom sucking on some guy. I thi...nk it's the older guy from the campsite next to us.I continue watching, feeling my tits as my nipples grow hard and I rub my pussy. OOh mom you are doing such a good job, I think to myself. I reach down my pants to feel how moist I'm getting. I need to take care of this, so I go into the next stall, pull my shorts off, sit down on the cool. ‘This arthritis of mine really does hurt.’ Hoffman turned his head away, and in the same instance, pulled the trigger. Whilst Gerry Hoffman continued his frenzied killing spree, Harry and Helen put the situation to one side for a while. Saskia was dead and has yet Harry did not know why. Helen took him back to her apartment to make the most of Jack’s absence in Paris, knowing that he would be catching up on old sexual acquaintances, male and female now it seemed, if David was to be believed.. No; he had spent hours exploring her underwear drawer. Each item of her underwear, each pair of panties, each soft bra, had been his plaything. He had just recently found a new kink, replicating the pictures she took in the bathroom mirror, striking the same poses she had taken while wearing the same panties, the same bra. He loved the feel of her panties over his cock, loved to see the stiff outline of his penis under the fabric. It wasn’t just her underwear he had a passion for, either; those. Janet commented on the size of the bulge in his pants and asked if it would be ok to ask him to join us one time. Sounded like fun to me. I had noticed his name on his white server’s jacket so I called and asked them to have him bring up some more butter for our toast. I was surprised at how fast he got back to our room with the butter in his hand. The girls were still standing there nude and made kissing motions to him as he came in. I asked him what time he got off work and he said 7pm..