Getting out of this place seemed like a dream that couldn’t come true. She had been here for so long that it didn’t just feel like a year anymore;... it felt like a lifetime. Sometimes she thought she would die here. Being told she would be let out…it was better than the sweetest wine. “But no shenanigans,” he reminded her with a playful wink. No shenanigans. Lunch was the same as usual; that crappy, goopy shit that they call mac and cheese with some stale apple slices and a carton of Kool-Aid. It. I put a hand in my mother's hair to guide her rhythm on my cock. Faster and faster I forced her until I shot a big load into her waiting mouth. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! I released my grip on mother's hair allowing her to sit back up."Thanks Mom. I really needed that." I know." She said smiling at me, her hair disheveled from my tight grip.When we stopped for gas I took over the driving responsibilities for the last half of the ride. Rita stayed up front with me while my mother dozed off in the rear. Jess put her hand on my back and asked if I was still hard. I told her I was, then gave a questioning look She said, You can keep going if you want. I desperately wanted to keep going and Susy had already started moving again. I got into the rhythm and it took much less time before I felt the shaking begin and tried to keep going. The skin on my cock felt more sensitive than I can possibly explain. Susy was struggling to keep the friction going between my dick and her vagina. It wasnt but a few. Falling onto my bed, I pulled her tank top off exposing her flat stomach and her bikini clad B cup boobs. Then I pulled her shorts off, over her pink Nikes. I ran my hand over her bikini clad mound and over each nipple through the fabric of her bikini clad breasts. I ground my boxer-covered member against her mound, which hardened me up completely causing my head to poke out the top of my waistband. Taylor noticed my exposure and said, "We need to take care of that before we go to the pool." I.