Then I could bury my face between them. A set of tits that big needed to be worshiped. Motor-boated. My sweaty hands rubbed on my shorts. My balls ach...ed with another load of cum that needed releasing. The itch tingled across the tip of my cock.I didn’t want to masturbate. I wanted—“Breakfast is done,” Mom said. “Go wash your hands.”I snapped my eyes open and groaned. “Yes, Mom.”“And no sass.” She waggled the spatula again. “You don’t want to spread it. Wash your hands and don’t touch your. . I take a swig of my water and as I rest my eyes back on her, she’s looking straight at me! Oh shit…busted! She pushes a button on her machine and slowly runs to a walk to a stop. As she climbs off the tread mill, she grabs her towel and rubs her forehead and forearms. A trickle of sweat travels down her neck into the crevice of her damp, glistening, sweaty cleavage. “Enjoying the view?”“Huh?” I say dumbly, suddenly realising that she’s now talking to me. “Er, yeah, er, sorry”, I mumble... Was she flirting with me? "I'd love some. Do you do frappuccinos?" "Starbucks is down the street," I said quite sternly. "Sorry, just plain coffee then." I turned to the coffee machine behind me and began making her a cup. "Your shop is really lovely," she complimented. I set her a mug of coffee on the counter. "Thank you. I designed it myself. I'm a creative artist," I smiled at her with a seductive look. I thought, if she was going to be a bit flirty with me then why not I with her. She took. The sun was setting on his left, and not ahead of him as it should do if he was travelling west. Tony had begun to regret taking the suggestion of the waitress back at the truck stop. He had asked her if there was a decent but reasonably priced motel around. She had asked where Tony was heading and when Tony told her she suggested that Tony turn off at the next intersection and go to the town of Huntly. There was a very good Hotel there, but as the town had been bypassed when the Freeway was.