If she did, it was about certain that I would. Still, the image of her standing naked beside my bed and bending over and the feel of her boobs on my s...ide and her leg sliding up my cock ... I quickly shoved my t-shirt into the bed to catch my come. Crap. I hadn't even touched myself."So, the staff and the troop leaders tell me you were a hero again," Mom said as we left the ranch.It had taken a few minutes to get out of there because each of the girls had stopped to give me a really nice. After some while, Gwen rose from the settee, hooked a finger into her high top panties and pulled them down and off, stepping out of them one foot at a time, bending at the waist. She hung her panties on a crooked finger as she carried them to the bathroom on the way to a pre-bed shower. They landed in the linen basket, discarded until wash day.Gwen showered, pulled a robe around her damp body, emptied the wine glass in two gulps and switched off the television and lights. She went to bed and. I want him to push me over the edge. Licking, sucking, nibbling. My orgasm building so intensely I could feel that I was on the verge of exploding in his mouth. No longer able to control myself I knew that it was coming. The build up for what was going to be my greatest orgasm, until the next one that was hopefully right around the corner. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” I cried out, grabbing tightly onto his head. “Fuck.” Every muscle in my body tightened up and my hips thrust forward against his. It was worth any price to get away from that asshole. My mother was no better. I tried to tell her what was happening and she called me a liar then she hit me and accused me of trying to steal her man. What the fuck? Why the hell would I want a fifty year-old man with a gut like Santa Claus?“I figured that if I just kept on traveling I’d be able to keep myself away from them. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past five years—hitching rides and staying alive. I can’t tell you how many men I’ve.