I stroked her, making her moan.A hunger surged through me. I licked my lips. I had to do something really naughty to her now. I had to enjoy her. I sc...oted down her body as I stroked her pussy. Mommy's blue eyes fell on me. She arched her eyebrow and then gave me a sultry smile. She knew what I wanted. I had to eat the pussy that birthed me. I had to revel in my love for my mommy.“What a sweet girl we made,” Mommy said while Daddy's hand slid up from my rump to stroke my back.Daddy released her. The allure of themoney on the table certainly did not help encourage caution. Allenswallowed nervously before knocking on the door."Hmm? Are you Allen? Excellent, come in." Allen had seen pictures ofthe pretty blonde when he was researching his potential client, but theyhad not prepared him for meeting her in person. It was one of thoseturtle neck sweaters with a boob window that women only wore to turn menon. Miss Portland's was light pink, and it was filled out delectably byher large. "I now had to ask her "Do you and Belinda talk about everything or what?" She took a last suck on my now softened dick and said, "Yes, especially about sex, you didn't think that that horny wife of yours could keep her mouth shut about your adventures in bed." And as I am as horny as her we always have talked about our sexual life, we started that as kids." This was new to me, but I liked the thought of Susan knowing about our sex life. "I even know that Belinda and you are thinking of making a. We had an unwritten and unspoken agreement. I would do as I was told and Verne would not deprive me of anything I desired or needed from his genital regions. “We could have done this today,” I said as I stood up to clear my body of the unnecessary garments I was wearing. “Without you giving me the illusion that you missed me.” I said with a smile and Verne’s face broke into a cheerful but crafty grin. He laughed a little. “See.” my dom laughed, “Six months ago you would not have caught on like.