You can’t be serious.” I replied. “Like yourmother is really your slave. You’ve been dreaming.” Thethought was turning m... on but I knew it was just adream.“She is,” Mary Ann replied. “Wait here and I’ll proveit.”I watched as she got up and went into her house.Smiling, I wondered what trick she was up to. I had toadmit my crotch was getting wet with the thought ofmother serving me anyway I wished. She had been a bitchlately getting on. Between Linda refusing to have an abortion, and Linda telling him you’re the father of Britney’s baby, that may well be when he explodes. You ought to know.”We chatted further, Brenda and Linda anticipating likely scenarios. Brenda presented the finish-the-basement-and-furnish-a-nursery scenario, and the women dissected it, in painful detail. I excused myself, and went upstairs to consider how my plans for happy fun times had changed. Shit. It appeared that my weekend was summed up in the. Her hands are soon on my shoulders, and as soon as she moves her lips towards mine, she has slipped the garment down, allowing it to drop in a crumpled heap behind me. When we kiss, the earth moves. Her lips are so gentle, so soft, and as persistent as they move hungrily over mine. I edge closer, wanting to feel her body pressed tight against me. I want to feel her excitement and know that she wants me as bad as I think she does.At first, we are breast to breast, sucking slowly on each other’s. "Don't say nuffin else" she said, "I knows what yer want me to do. I'll give him a good time and he'll see, right? And then he'll forget this priest malarky".She understood it first time."That's me gal Pru", I said and she pulls out me cock - stiff as a rake it were and thicker. "You're a good gal" I said. She ad this way with me cock in her mouth - she didn't yank it like some gals - she let it go down her throat until her lips were round the base - then she kept them wet lips uggin me rod and.