I always obeyed Mr Jackson -- he was a man you just did not want to contradict. So it became a routine -- my father and I washing Mr Jackson's cadilla... while my mother entertained him in the house, and my spying came to a natural end. Eventually I even began to enjoy the work and take pride in the finish of the exterior and the shine of the leather seats. It was all that my father and I had to take pride in on those days. I became a very thorough and accomplished cleaner and polisher.Almost a. Barb managed to lift her head and look down at her beautiful daughter, and saw she was that she was smiling back at her, with a coating of juices covering her mouth and chin. With that, Shelly leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her mother’s sensitive pussy, and then crawled up to lay next to her.Barb lay holding her daughter close to her, thinking about what had happened. As with Billy, she felt no guilt or shame over what she and Shelly had done. As a matter of fact, she had never. He quickly slid his hand down into my wife’s panties and began to finger her as she continued to stroke hard on his cock with her hand. My wife was extremely turned on now as her body began to squirm hard. The young stranger now took his other hand and undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse. He unhooked the back of her bra and pulled her tits out into the open. He fondled each of them as he continued to finger her as she sat glued to the booth. She no longer was stroking on his large cock. I had feasted upon her, a confusion of lips, tongue, mouth and face devouring her like a starving animal, drinking her in as she first wriggled and ultimately ground herself into me, her climax loud and profound. And I had stayed there as long as she had been able to stand my gentle caresses as she recovered, gasping for breaths of my own and bathing in her sweet juices. Dear Lord I love to make her cum like that. As I lather the shampoo through my hair and rinse I can feel my cock twitch,.