Dish washing was a ritual that had been a part of the couple's evening since its inception. Every night they would stand at the sink, laughing and jok...ng, one would wash, one would dry.Amy watched them silently, chewing slowly. Bryan turned on a nearby radio and they hummed along with the music, washing the dishes. Presently Silver bumped her hip into Bryan on purpose, who turned and wiped soap suds on her nose. She laughed, then lashed out at his arm grasping a pinch of arm hair and twisting.. Those seats in the old Ford got a good workout on Saturday nights and Sunday afternoons.Now, I’m not gonna say that we were entirely celibate while the girls were gone, but sometimes, good pussy with a trustworthy mouth was hard to find. One evening during the week, Paul made a comment, “I’m so Goddamn horny I could fuck a watermelon.” I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the last several months was fuck some real pussies, “You’re one crazy mother fucker, Paul. But let’s go for a. As I walked past the reception he said goodbye and hoped he'd see me again. As I tried to sleep that night my mind kept racing over the events of the day and soon my jocks were soaked with pre-cum. I barely slept a wink that night and when I did wake up the next morning my mind was made up; I was going to go back and see what would happen. As I walked into the reception area and didn't see him there, my heart sank and at the same time I breathed a sigh of relief. I’m not gay, I thought to. "You like that baby? You like the way mommy's pussy tastes?" Did I? "Oh yes mommy! I love it!" "Scoot over honey; mommy wants to lie down by you." I moved to the middle of the bed, and mommy swung her stocking clad legs over my shoulders. "Now it's time to lick mommy's hot pussy, ok?" I was looking up at her beaming face, her swollen, obscene sex inches from my mouth, pendulous breasts swaying with each movement. Photos http://uii.io/jnAw8 "But first hon, you need to listen to mommy. I need you.