If they sensed something in the road, they could stop and deploy a gigantic robot arm to pick it up and move it or blow it up. That was the theory, an...yway. It didn’t always work. Occasionally the hajjis would rig up a bomb big enough to blow up even a bomb-proof vehicle, and occasionally they would just not see the bomb to begin with.Our first indication that we were really screwed was when we got to Mahaweel and linked up with a second pair of anti-IED Buffaloes, rigged up like the two we had. He thought that he would be damned if he'd let others see him in that sexy little dress. The coat was a bit tight on him in the chest, but Brandon thought that it would do. At least until he could get to the mall.Careful not to be seen, Brandon walked to the front door, well aware of the way his butt was swaying with each step, and how sexy it would probably look to anyone watching. It all felt so wrong. He hated the way his breasts jiggled a little as he walked, though they did seem rather. Her hands clutched at me as I pushed inside, stretching her and I heard Carla gasp. It was hard, not looking to see what Carla was up to but, Mom had a tight pussy, further proof that Dad hadn't serviced his wife in a long time. Mom really did need it, Carla would have to wait. I wasn't abusing or taking advantage of her. I was giving my poor grieving mother the comfort she desperately needed.To tell the truth, I needed this as well. A sort of relief for me as I drove in and out of her like a. ." I trailed off, gesturing vaguely. She took the cue. "Teach you how to please a woman with your mouth? Of course."She beckoned me forward, so I leaned in, my still-hard penis seeping as I did so. Taking my head firmly in her hands, Liira carefully positioned my mouth in front of my mother's sex. Heat wafted up, carrying the strong scent of her sexual arousal. Her pheromones and the sight of the visibly wet gash before me short-circuited my brain; my cock lurched, smacking me in the stomach..