? ?I will see you to the door Andy.? Brenda told him, and after standing up she walked out the room in front of him. Once at the door, Bren...a said, ?Remember that you had better not break the links Andy? and again he saw the wicked smile. ?What happens if they get broke accidentally? When I’m asleep for instance, what if they break then?? ?You’d better make sure they doesn’t happen then hadn’t you; they are very strong wires and links, so don’t worry. I will be. I could see the bulge showing under my husband's dress, and I knew 'HE' was getting as turned on by this situation as I was."Go ahead!" I ordered. "It's really what you want to do, and certainly what I want to see! Reach out. Wrap your pretty red nails around that cock. Start stroking it for me."And with that, he took the erect cock in his hand, and began masturbating it. His nails DID look erotic against the thick meat. What was even better was that he was using his LEFT hand. I could clearly. You forgot, at the risk of tooting my own horn, what else I did last time?" Lisa winked at Sam."Yeah, you left me a pair of your panties, smelling of your dripping wet snatch, with a note that read 'thinking of you and some lucky gal. Perhaps you can talk her into wearing these afterward, so she can leave the sweet scent of her just-fucked pussy on it. I want to smell her pussy juices on them.' Those were your words, as I recall. The next time we fucked, you produced them and begged me to stuff. My cock hardened and I began to slowly stroke it. I replayed Mother's nude image in my mind imagining what it would be like to bury my dick into her neatly trimmed and gorgeous cunt. I picked up speed and was soon beating off like a fiend. My balls began to tighten and I brought mother's panties down to my cock to capture my spraying cum. A low moan escaped from me, "Mom-m-ma." The next morning I awoke to the sizzle and smell of frying bacon. Mom was making breakfast. "Get up sleepy-head," she.