...the road to Boston...interstate 295several years back, when I was about 25, I would take a ride up to Boston from Providence?..Id usually call a gi...rl friend the night before and arrange a weekend on the town ...My plan was to leave before the sun came up to try to miss the morning rush,,,, this morning, I got up early and had a nice bubble bath and shaved my legs and any place that needed a touch up..wash and dry my long reddish blond streaked hair and curl it,,,, and do my nails or that was. I enjoyed it, this feeling of being spread open. I tightened my sphincter around my son's thick cock; he moaned at the unexpected pressure. His fingers returned to my clit. I took a few more seconds to adjust to this obscene violation. Then I smiled."Okay, don't move, let me."His beautiful eyes glowed, full of anticipation. I took his hand in mine, kissed it, sucked his index finger into my mouth, licking it, and pushed against the cock interred in my ass.My son moaned. I doubt he'd ever known. Philly had never really seen me so casually dressed before. But now with the altered state of my relationship with Donald and my comfort with Phil, I didn't concern myself so much with what I was wearing. It felt good to have another man checking me out.I thought Philly trying to peak down my robe was pretty exciting. It lit that familiar spark in me that had been beaten down for a long while. Even though we weren't dating, I was still conservative in my attire when around Donald.Well, over the. She stepped back and sat on the chair again.This was the moment she had been dreaming about ever since their last shoot; she had been rehearsing the encore presentation of the moment when she had sat on that wooden chair out under the trees and surprised Brian by brazenly opening her legs wide and giving him an unobstructed view of her fully aroused, hairy pussy. She had equally surprised herself, not believing it was her who had done it without being asked, and surprised at how much of a.