The workmen had so much fun getting their cocks sucked that theirwork suffered, so Mom told them that they could only get two blow jobs a dayfrom Dadd...y.Besides getting their cocks suckedthe workmen were rewarded every evening by a torture session from Mom. Youwouldn?t think that one woman could torture five men at a time and do a decentjob, but my mom is a bitch from hell. She kept those men yelping and gaspingfor hours, and not one ever complained about not getting his share ofattention.I had. He watched his fingers as they plunged into her, over and over again, then a wide grin spread over his face as an idea popped into his head. Removing his fingers he quickly replaced them with his thumb, and again began his playful assault on her pussy. When he felt her push back against hand he smiled at her response. Then he replaced his thumb with his two fingers and began to plunge them in again with abandon. He watched as her body began to respond more energetically, then he stopped and. He hadn't even seen her or known she was there. She grinned at him, pleased at his startled expression.He waved his pole back at her - he still hadn't found any way to carry it except in his hand. It was one thing he wouldn't miss about the trip. He threw it to the ground in disgust and dismounted as Sue came hurrying towards him. She carefully put the gun down, resting it against the side of the cabin, and then jumped at him. He held her tight as she hugged him back, lifting both her feet off. James didn't have to look at the clock. He read the telltale signs of students gathering up books, preparing to bolt to the cafeteria."Becky Chandler, I need to see you before you go to lunch," James called out, just in the nick of time as the bell rang just after he said it.As the students filed out of the classroom Becky remained at her desk. She looked particularly dour as she stared out the window. James closed the door and took a seat at the desk next to hers and turned it so that it faced.