My arm was a little sore, my wrist too, but not too bad. My fingers used to get really bad, practically going numb until I figured out I didn't have t...o hold the gun so tight, in fact it was best to barely squeeze it at all. But I flexed my fingers just the same, just cause they did get a little stiff.I had put the gun down and started the conveyer, like two tracks on the floor about 18 inches wide each and spaced far enough apart for a car's wheels to sit on. Generally we had the cars on blocks. She’s a year younger than me and had suddenly shot up with long perfect legs that she was showing off like an absolute tart in a little pink skirt, but to her, everything about herself was demure and charming, even with so much bare flesh streaming out from below her skirt.I read one last time through my notes on the English victory over the French at Agincourt and raced upstairs to the exam room where four other girls were already at their desks crisscrossing their legs and sweeping the hair. He pulled in front of my car and began to slow. I slowed as well, just to see what this was about, I wasn’t fearful so much as intrigued. His directional signaled that he was pulling into the rest area just ahead. I saw him motion to me to follow. Well, this is where the rubber was about to meet the road, I thought. Would I pull into a rest stop because a handsome man smiled at me? No, how foolish and dangerous! Every thought in my head said no! But my body was hearing none of that, there was. Mom's thighs lifted off the bed as her hands came under them and took my hands and put them on her tits. "Don't forget these!" mom ordered as I groped them, lecherously taking in all the sensations as I cupped and stroked them. As I licked I took in all of her taste as my saliva mixed in with all her juices, while mom's thigh muscles twitched repeatedly.Around 10 minutes later and still licking mom's fanny for all it's worth, my tongue started to get strained and stiff from its workout,.