Lissa wanted me to eat something, but the best I could do was drink a protein shake. I don’t even want to know what the protein was they put in it. ... heard they eat guinea pigs down here.The Canadian dude wasn’t Len Lauerman. That’s all I knew about him. I didn’t know his name and I didn’t care. I walked on the court and sent my first serve along the left wall right at his feet.“Short!” the ref called.“What?” That was a perfect serve and was well over the short line. He took my second serve off. ..." My mouth dropped open.My mom had her head poking out of the shower and the curtain open a little too far. I could see her nice sized tits. They were somewhat covered in soap bubbles, but I could see most of the nipples and roundness. I was instantly hard. My mom noticed me staring a looked down at herself."Oh. Sorry," she smiled."..uh...." was all I could manage to spit out.I couldn't stop staring at her. They were just too nice. I felt my hard-on press against my pants. I had to be making. This causes my wife to vigorously pump my dick-head to encourage me on. ‘NO RINGS’ I slow momentarily as my mind and dick try to feel for the rings. Definitely ‘NO RINGS’. Her daughter is pumping my dick as I bring her mother off! Another hand gently pats my bum, that’s the wife, bringing me back to the pussy in front. My finger slide in effortlessly as I hook it searching for the spot. Finding it I firmly massage the area. The hands on my head now gasps my hair preventing any movement what so. I was famishedand this meal certainly didn't look satisfying. "I was hoping forsomething a bit more substantial." The new tongue piercing made iteasier to speak, no lisp but my squeaky schoolgirl voice remained.Mia smiled. "I am sure you would but with all your medications andantibiotics the composition of your stomach bacteria you won't processproteins very well so unless you want a big tummy ache this will do fornow. Some girls get over this but I never did I occasionally have a fewbites.