I was wondering if I was in reality or just dreaming and then she came close to me…and again asked and if I wanted to have something and I did not k...now what to reply, my throat went dry and tried to swallow my saliva and she asked me, are u dry..and I said yeah!, and asked for some juice.. and she asked if she needs to serve it warm for her, I was wondering what was she up to and was hoping she could gimme some hint. She then asked why I got the condoms, and I could not answer and she asked me. I started visiting this place regularly and getting bolder day by day. Fucking and blowing near seats has become a regular thing for me every other day of the week. The feeling of so many sperms from people started to make me a cum whore.I wear very light clothing when I go there a short and t-shirt (easy to get fucked). I always noticed most of the people are going in the toilet but always thought they were going to clean up. It was also dark so never had the courage to get inside. One day I. It went beyond a son's love for his mother–this woman had chosen to become the woman that raised him. Steve wasn't an "accident" or a result of one night's wild impetuous passion.She willingly accepted him when she met his father and she had stayed with him throughout his life, giving him all that she could give to make him the man he was now. She didn't have to, she could have easily turned both him and his father away. But she didn't.She loved him like he was her birth child and had helped. Having control when I was with Dave was also a big turn on. I have to admit the best time was with both of them, two cocks using me, sucking them taking spunk in every hole and all over my body. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do sex was like a d**g. One night I was riding Dave cowboy while he played with my nipples squeezing and stretching them, Mike started forcing his fat meat up my ass I was so full begging them to fuck me harder and harder….. the things they called me screaming a torrent.