What I didn’t know was that Carol had talked with Jon previously and he had told her about my being punished for not letting him watch me make love ...o another woman; as I had done before. After the drinks were finished, Carol now put in motion the last of her planned surprises. “Okay if I start?” she asked Jon. “Be my guest” I heard him reply. With that Carol got up again, came over to me and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off the sofa. Leading me over to the wall, “You. But I live here, too, and if you're moving in, I get some say in it. For better or worse, I am the woman of this house."Rachel looked a little surprised. "That's an awfully mature attitude, and more than a little hostile."Julie shrugged. "It is what it is." She settled against the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee cradled in her hands. "Here's the way I see it. Dad likes you. He may even be in love with you. Good. But you're a woman, and you've come into my home. I'll withhold judgment for a. She played basketball and swam in high school, so she has a very athletic build, with broad shoulders, a modest chest, and long, well-defined legs. She has long, sandy-brown hair that she always wears pulled back tightly or in a bun. And the sparkle in her hazel eyes belies her stoic, pious demeanor."OH, COME ON ALREADY!"Again, I was snapped out of another daydream, this time by Stephanie's words, which were directed at the elevator as the door slowly closed. Normally a very patient person, I. In an instant there were mouths, tongues and hands everywhere. I saw my cock disappear into Joanne’s mouth before Rachael blocked my vision by sitting on my face. By the way Joanne was moaning I could only presume that her mother was doing something pleasurable to her sex. It was difficult to tell because Rachael’s thighs were clamped around my head but I think Joanne must have come and her attention to my cock stopped. I felt the cushions move and had the satisfaction of feeling a tight, wet.