Whatever they did didn't take long and wasn't much trouble. Maybe we can talk Sigfried into doing it to a few others. Even if we can't, you and I aren...'t the only ones. Everyone they put down here gets the same treatment, or at least I think they do." Okay. At any rate there's no need to panic right now I guess and it isn't the key to eternal life. Most of the others didn't have a bit of trouble getting their asses killed pronto," I said."You're right on the money there. The fish grab folks up,. . My full attention was on her as she undid the white shirt over her tank top and threw it into the trunk. Next she grabbed the bottom of her tank top and peeled the wet material over her head, she wasn't wearing a bra, and the move exposed her perfect breasts to the night and rain. Next she sat down on the edge of the trunk and took off her boots and socks, putting them in the trunk with the rest of the clothes. I was down to my boxers and watched as she struggled to get her wet jean. “One of us is way over dressed, don’t you think?”Startled out of my trance, I skinned out of my shirt, then unbuckled and unzipped my slacks and stepped out of them.We faced each other in our underwear. My erection tented my shorts.Suddenly Loren giggled. “Remember earlier, I told you to show me what you’ve got?”I laughed back. “I said I didn’t know you that well ... now, I think I do, Sweetie.”“Yes, no one but you knows.”“It’s the same. I can’t believe we shared this secret.”“I know...”.Loren. Oil would be really cool though, if you have some.” My mother got up off the bed and said she’d be right back. She hurried out of the room to her bedroom. She came back a minute later with a bottle of baby oil. She opened the cap and squirted some right on my cock and I rubbed it in. It felt way better than doing it dry.“That’s way better, Mom. Thanks. Can you see how hard I am for you, Mom?” I looked over to her and saw one of her hands reach under her skirt. I think she was rubbing.