The corridor was empty. We each used separate toilets and returned soon. Once inside our locked cabin, mom lifted her gown and started wiping her cunt... with a towel.– Full of your cream and gooey. I just washed.– Give me the towel. Let me dry you out.She gave me the towel with a twisting smile and pushed forth her hairy mound. I knelt down and sponged it out with the towel. I took it seriously and dried out her thoroughly.As she bowed her knees a little to give me more access, her cunt gaped.. I was only 18, too young to go to frat parties, too young to be dead.I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go to the bathroom. I thought for half a second about following him and mentally kicked myself. But then I remembered that I was dead and decided, what the hell. So I walked through the wall into the men's bathroom and saw him standing at the urinal peeing. He had a nice cock and I. He started dropping his big load telling her to milk his cock with her tight pussy. Watching this on camera and listening was almost like a personnel fuck show even though they had no idea that anyone was watching. I got home that night sat and ate supper asking her how her day was, she said it was o.k. nothing new. I motioned for her to sit on my lap then ran my hand up her inner thigh stopping just short of her panties. I asked again if she was sure that everything was good today? She leaned. She blew a kiss at her reflection and smiled as her heels clicked on the tile floor with every step she took as she walked away. His eyes only wandered away from the stunning sight of her body when he was looking around to see who may be able to see them as they walked through the sculpture gardens. He loved using this is a date spot because he knew the area well. He lived in the apartment overlooking the large area, and worked there five years cleaning up the place. What he didn’t realize is.