My son holds my legs up with one hand while excitedlyjamming the fist of his other hand up and down hisbeautiful erect teenaged cock. Inserting my pre...ty feetinto his mouth, he starts to suck on my red polished toesand lick the soles of my feet. His tongue darts betweenmy long, sexy toes, across my instep to my ankles andheels, and wetly slithers across the soles of my feet.I place my hands between my naked thighs and spread mycunt lips wide apart, knowing this will sexually excitethe three of. " She set down the tray on the bed on its legs over her father, concealing his erection but not his embarrassment."You knew she'd be here?" asked Thompson, angry with himself and blushing furiously."Yes, dad. Of course I knew. Unlike Zophia, I'm not shocked, not at all. You two enjoy your breakfast together. I've got some things to do downstairs. I'm sure Anna can answer any questions you have." Liz waited until Anna nodded, and having received tacit permission to depart, withdrew from the. Of course, I hadn't told him I wanted to be his sub, his slave, his toy. I didn't want to scare him away, but I hounded him enough, had shared enough info and had given him the reigns enough for him to get the message that he was in charge. He liked that power and that is why he had agree to have me come over to his place. I arrived at the top floor penthouse he lived in on a non-descriptive block of the city. I walked in very nervous. He was more beautiful in person than in his pictures. His. How he made it to South Orange, for instance, on a teacher’s salary no less, still bewildered him. Maybe his father was stubborn and strict for good reason.The interior of the funeral parlor filled up with even more heat, and some of the older well-wishers fanned themselves. Others plucked handkerchiefs from their breast pockets and wiped their slick foreheads. The white walls perspired all on their own, and beyond the windows, behind the well of the stage, cars beeped their horns in afternoon.