He tossed the tissues in the wastebasket and kept rubbing his softening penis, and I crossed to the bed and kissed him, letting him know that I unders...ood. Later, when I cleaned his room, I retrieved the tissues — they were soaking wet, and I couldn't resist the temptation to lick my sticky fingers, tasting his semen and glad that he had felt comfortable with me watching.Now, I trailed my fingers in the bath water — we'd been there for some time, and the water had cooled considerably. I smiled. The thing must have been rejected by hell for its trouble-making attitude that affected all except sweet Rosalind sprawled totally naked in the center of her blood red bed. Then, she insisted on a sort of ceremonial “taking it up the ass” interlude before any legally binding sexual intercourse transpired with breathless frenzy. Naturally, I didn’t object to any of that because I confess to a fetish for such things. However, I am firm in stating that my attraction was completely from a. "I can be dense, but not that dense. "Um, sure, Dee, any time. In fact," I said, checking my watch, "I have to stop there pretty soon. Want to tag along? I can drop you back here after the tour."She oohed over the kitchen and the office and the work room. When we got to the bedroom I bumped into her as she stopped short in the doorway. I figured she was shocked silly that the bed was made.The physical contact, plus the unavoidable presence of the bed, triggered something. I slipped my hands to. Della stood, let the dressing gown fall from her and moved over to the long sofa and took a seat on the other side of Bob. She put her hand on his bulging trousers and then slid it inside. In their haste they hadn’t been able to refasten the zip and she soon had a firm grip on his cock, pulling it out and gently massaging it. Carrie placed her hand on her mothers and the two women looked at each other. Carried curled her fingers over her mother’s hand and, together, they began to pump.