He pulled his arms behind him, leaning back slightly, resting on his hands. Bobby followed suit.“Thanks,” I quipped. “I am working hard to stay ...in good shape now,” I said, sliding my hand on his knee. My eyes glanced up his thigh. There, completely free, his cock lay against his leg. His cock head was beautiful, the crown flared, engorged slightly from his thoughts. I gasped, looking quickly to Bobby. I caught him pulling the leg of his shorts open, letting his cock slide to the opening, its. I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than any man I'd ever seem even in the middle of sexual intercourse. It was amazing.Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off to the airport.I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so much less. Without thinking, Gina put her fingers back through the first hole, watching as yet another cock appeared. This one was white, not as thick as either of the others, but seemed very long. Opening her mouth to accept it, she pressed forwards, feeling at the back of her throat even before she had half of it ion her mouth. For two minutes she licked up and down its length, enjoying the sudden jerk every time she licked across the head.Exactly what made Gina do it she would never know, but she let. Given how drunk he had been the previous night, I wasn’t surprised….but I knew it wouldn’t last. After about ten more strokes, Dale began rocking his hips into each downward stroke of my hand and slowly opened his eyelids as he floated to consciousness. Through bleary eyes he looked at me jerking his morning wood, and said…”Mom???” Just then he closed his eyes again and let out a loud grunt as a huge load of cum blasted from the tip of his cock, reaching almost two feet in the air, then.