“Don’t hide the goods, they belong to me now.” I snarled. “Place your hands behind your heads, and let’s see what I’m paying for.” Both ...women did as I ordered, and I took in the view. They were perfect, but it was time to take them down a peg or two. “Well you’re both starting to sag a little, and if the Russians ever get their hands on you, the only trade you will be servicing for them, will be blow jobs. How does that sound ladies? Twelve hours of sucking pricks and swallowing Cum. Still it. The musky scent of his crotch aroused her lust, and she moaned over and over as she continued to suck her son off. Her hands reached for his firmly muscled asscheeks, and she could feel every thrust he made into her mouth as she clasped his pumping ass."Ohhhh, Mom, soooo hot, " he gasped. "Suck, suck me, Mom! Make me come!"Now, Trish's head was bobbing up and down over her son's throbbing, thick prick."Ohhh, Mom, you're such a great cocksucker," he groaned.He continued thrusting his big. No family tree cracks. Jen’s right behind you. Stiffly, he replied, “Dutch ancestry straight back to the motherland.” Donovan nodded in a manner that was so approving he wanted to puke. Instead, he waited for ‘Daddy’s’ next question. Half of Jahn’s brain called him a pussy for not following up with something like “and probably purer blood than yours”, while the other applauded his restraint from that course of stupidity. “So, nice smart white kid like you… Jenny know you’re seeing that little. It was reallyuncomfortable. Until I figured out that crossing my legs in a girlyfashion made it easier.I felt feminine enough alone but seeing other people was when I was reallypushed over the edge. I decided to eat alone and took the lift down.Crotches were all I could see. I looked at all the men in the lift. All oftheir pants bunched up in the front. They didn't care. They pushed theircrotches out into the world proudly. They chatted with the girls andlaughed with masculine grandness. I.