In the middle of where the papers were spread out was a dark wet spot. I could barely begin to understand what was going on here.“I have a job for y...u,” Mrs. Randall said, getting my attention. “A blow-job. How does that sound?”All I could do was shrug. I understood what she was saying, but nothing was registering.“Oh, come now, don’t be shy. I can see you’re already hard.” She nodded toward the obvious bulge in my jeans. “Pull your pants down.”The last was said with a tone of authority I’d. She made sure to keep her skin spot-free and shaved her body every month. However, her room wasn't the best. She had it designed when she was 9, and it stayed like that since. She hated the pink walls and cramped space, it made her grimace and cringe. She had just got home when she noticed a note on the kitchen table. "check the attic" Abbie rolled her eyes and hurried upstairs. She threw the attic door open and wandered inside. She noticed that all her furniture had been moved up here, as well. The more he drank, the more Jason felt soft, cute andhorny. Slipping away that evening, Jason met up with Carl at his place. With hisparents away for the weekend, they had the bedroom all to themselves.Even though Jason wasn't that good with giving a blow job, it was a nightof pleasure neither would soon forget. The next day; however, Carl was awakeedn by Jason's high pitchedscream. As Carl pulled off the covers to see what Jason was screamingabout, he saw Jasmine's shaven and sexy legs lying. He moved down between her legs and started fingering and licking her pussy. My cock was throbbing, so I put it to her lips. She licked the head, then started swallowing it. I pulled the covers off, so I could see her body writhing as he tongued her.He was shaking his cock and stroking it trying to get it hard.I pulled my jeans up off the floor and took my phone out to capture him licking and tugging my wife. His cock was more girthy than mine and a little longer.I knew my wife was nearing.