Whatever he was doing to her down there, she was into it and I could hardly stand it.“It’s fine, babe,” he said, playing with my mom’s body as... if he owned it. I had to wonder how long this had been going on. It didn’t look like a first time to me. He knew her body, what made her moan, what made her yelp. He was an artist and she was his art. Grotesque to watch, but impossible to turn away from.“I shouldn’t have expected you to wait for me to get out. Bitches like you need constant dicking. You. He'd never stopped thrusting and she rode him, her hips grinding herself against him.He lost track of exactly how long she came but she finally pulled away from him to drop into the chair, her panties still around her thighs and her face still flush with pleasure."You continue to surprise me, Janey," she grinned as she ran her fingers through his hair.He carefully attached the final clip to her stocking and pulled her thong up and into place around her pussy. She relaxed as he stood and slipped. Twenty kilometres up and about a hundred south of the Bay Carl came into the ship. Martin was put out of sorts because we did not tell him that this could be done.We were all dressed for the Albany weather and had our suits over top if need be and settled into the small thicket in a nearby park. Carl led us through his hometown and to the hotel housing our unit. The air was mild and the recent snow had turned to slush underfoot. Martin who was not used to the snow and had a little more. Real conversationalist, Steve thought to himself. "So, um, where are you from?" he asked.Epi seemed to find one of the bunson burners fascinating. "My parents are from India," she said. "They moved here when I was little. We just moved from Maryland." Oh." Steve had never been to Maryland, so he didn't know what else to say. Luckily, Bryce returned a moment later with their fetal pig. Steve had never been so happy to see a dead baby animal in his life.The rest of class was uneventful. They drew.