He brushed my hair again, running his fingers through the dirty strands. I felt embarrassed and nasty, too dirty for him to touch. "There is a box in ...the room, a Glory Hole box." He slid a hand down my side and rested it on my left thigh. "You'll be on your knees. They only want to use your mouth." He closed his hand around my cock. I felt it start to stiffen. My fear of the man wasn't enough to prevent my body from responding. I thought for an insane second about the idiot who said raped women. "Bend one knee." he said. She bent the wrong one and gave him a wicked smile, "You should show me." With his heartbeat thumping in his ears, he bent down and shifted her legs until they were in the right position but instead of standing up again, he stayed where he was and ran his hands up her legs. He could feel them begin to shake a little as her breathing got heavier, taking this as a sign that he wasn't out of order he moved them higher up. He worked his fingers in a slow teasing circle as. Her head spun from the intensity of the kiss and she felt the lace between her thighs dampen with her arousal. Her nipples hardened almost painfully and strained against the thin cups of her bra. Phillip slid his palm from Lisa’s hip up her side to cup her breast and tease the taught nipple with the pad of his thumb. She moaned in response while her tongue continued to explore every curve and contour of his mouth. They feasted on each other like the starving as he gripped her hips tightly and. I pulled away from the hug slightly and looked him in the eyes. I then leaned forward and started kissing his lips. This was not a motherly kiss on the lips. This was a loving, needy kiss. I opened my mouth and he opened his. I licked his lips and then buried my tongue in his mouth. My tongue was now in my son’s mouth and we were making out like a couple of teenagers. Any nervousness or anxiety either one of us had evaporated at that moment as we found a need in each other we hadn’t.