I was so hot and horny, I reached over and touched the end of his cock. It was very hot and hard, yet smooth to the touch. I asked him if he wanted to... feel my cock, and he gladly agreed. None of that "through the pants" stuff though. I dropped my shorts and underwear to the floor and he did likewise. He had no underwear on. His cock was as hard as mine was, and I just had to play with it. My hand actually trembled as I stroked it up and down slowly. I couldn't stand it anymore, I dropped to my. M., and then got our act together and prepared to hit the road.We drove east for fifty miles or so on Interstate 80/90 before stopping for gas and breakfast. Filling the giant gas tank on that monster vehicle was a demoralizing experience, and it seemed like a significant bite out of Tess' modest tournament winnings. "I have an idea," I told her. "When do you want to go up to Connecticut for your next tournament?" It's not for eleven more days, from today," she said. "It starts on the 14th. I'd. Janet did not break contact with Mom but she dropped herself down onto my face. We both enjoyed the pussy before us. Janet’s stronger taste intrigued me and I could not contain myself. I unzipped my pants, fished my hard cock out, and started to stroke it.Mom pushed Janet away and said, “Don’t let him waist that.”Janet looked over her shoulder, backed up over me, and sat down on my cock burying it in her love tunnel.I had never felt anything that good around my cock before. I knew right then. ‘Where’s my little sweetheart? We don’t wanna play hide and seek just now. Not before I’ve given you your flower.’ It was a mushroom flower, he had had to steal it from a farmer’s tunnels. In winter there were no wild flowers for the picking. ‘Where are you?’ he called. She had to be there. After all his whispers, all his effort, the child had to be there. There was no sign of her though. No tiny footprints. No quiet giggles. No humming. ‘EVELIN!’ yelled Keme, and then he saw it, a jar resting.