He was racking his brain, trying to work out how many rounds he’d used. Eleven? Twelve? He could check, but he didn’t have time. He had to make it... to the dumpster. Or he was dead. Assume twelve. That means three rounds left. I’ve got to make it to the dumpster. He took a deep breath. The Package was at his feet. That’s what he called him: The Package. No point getting personal. They wouldn’t know each other for long. He might even be dead soon. Who knew? No point being on a first name basis. "You're such a darling," she whispered after several motionless moments had passed, "But now don't you think it's time to start fucking me?"Covering his sexy mother's moistly parted lips with his mouth, he began humping back and forth between her legs, pleased that she always enjoyed his hard prick so much."Oh, yes, honey," she whispered a few moments later when he quickened the tempo of his thrusts. "That's better, baby."As he further increased the speed of his strokes, his horny mother began. . and that's where our special room comes in.Anyhow, I guided Mandy inside ... glancing back at my sister, who was staring after me. Our eyes met, and she shook her head incredulously, but with a wicked grin. She knew exactly what I was up to. Then she quickly turned away, moving toward the room where the mother was waiting.Entering after the girl, I quietly closed the door behind us. She was clearly surprised that I had followed her into the changing room, but said nothing.With a smile, I. I led Jackie to the bedroom, closing the door once we were inside."Baby, is this our room now?" I asked."Oh yes! There isn't anything I would like better—well that's not really true, I know I'm going to like what we do together in our room better."I led Jackie to the bed—our bed. We sat facing each other with our legs folded and our knees touching. She kept glancing at my cock and I kept glancing at her breasts and pussy.Jackie and I began to talk. We talked about the future, not about our week.