The best was, he had to admit, Marylin, who would stand and wait for him to come down. When he appeared, she would pour his tea, and whilst he ate his...cornflakes, she would make the toast. It was hot and fresh when he got it. He thought of making her do it all the time, but that would be unfair to her; he also thought of telling them all they should do it that way, but was stopped by the realisation that that would be him breaking the agreement. No man who wanted to live a long and happy life. Ross then asked if he could see what I was wearing now, I was a bit apprehensive but without thinking too much about it I thought “why the fuck not”, I took off the T shirt, undid my jeans pulling them down as I kicked off my sneakers and there I was standing in front of my best friend wearing just black hose and black garter belt, my cock semi hard from all the talk about sex and dressing up.Ross stood and looked at me for a few moments and said I looked sexy and he just had to try this. "I was having no trouble in that despite all my shock at what was happening I was enjoying it more than I ever would have believed possible, yet a part of me wanted to put a stop to it, to end the foolishness before it went too far, but I couldn't find the will to act as I knew I should and when my son began to tease my nipples I felt only bliss as an orgasmic tide rose in me. As I started to shudder one of my son's hands slide down my body to my pussy while he leant forward to take my nipple. As you dive over the edge, I continue licking. I feel your legs close around my head, forcing me to slip my head down and out as you clamp your legs harder. I take a deep breath, climbing on top of you and kiss you. You kiss back, and I know you taste yourself on my lips and tongue. I lay next to you, exhausted.“How about a nap?” I ask, stretching my arm out.“Or just a chance to snuggle.” You reply.I wrap my arm around you, covering your waist with the other. I feel your body against mine, and.