" Really?" Dad asked, almost rhetorically. "I'd like to hear that."I returned to the piano. Mom was sitting off the end of the bench again, eyeing me ...ith a questioning look, wondering what on earth I was talking about. She hadn't bothered to pull her dress down and looked tremendously sexy sitting there with most of her thighs showing, though her knees were demurely held together, and her dark brown, full-bodied, wavy hair in disarray. I strode around her and pulled a book out that I had. She smiles. She looks directly into my eyes and asks if I’m ready. I nervously nod yes, still unable to move my arms.What proceeds to occur was arguably the most intense 2 hours of my life. Using only her hands and some baby oil, she starts slowly stroking me. Pinching and pulling my foreskin gently and running her fingers on the tip. She was gently scratching all over my thighs and everywhere.Teasing me with her fingertips and massaging my balls. Then stroking me harder and faster until I feel. ” In fact, he had a hard time keeping her head still. He could feel his cock brushing against her nose and her lips. He could feel her trying to pull back when his ten inch cock made its entrance. A soft groan left his lips. "Oh yes ." Slowly his hips moved back and forth against her face.Gina couldn't believe this was happening to her. Tasting the sweat that coated his cock and smelled the musk from the day's sweat. Watching his hips thrust into her face as his cock thrust passed her teeth and. ." Fran stopped with a catch in her voice."Maybe I need to buy some equipment like this for home," Emily said, eager to change the subject. Donny could use the exercise, too."That launched a long discussion about Emily's marriage problem and how she was attacking it.Fran really wanted to help Emily, as did everyone who met her. She just affected people that way. With Gail over for lunch every day, though, it ... well, of course!"Emily, come over again later tomorrow afternoon. Use my equipment.