"If a guy tries to get me to let him stick just the tip in, I need to know why it might cause problems." It's because when a guy tells you that, he re...lly wants to do a whole lot more." Samantha's mother explained without taking her eyes off her computer screen."But now that I know that, why would I let the guy put in anything more than just the tip?" Samantha wondered out loud."Why don't you try it and see for yourself." Samantha's mother suggested."OK, how about it Aaron. What to help me do. "I didn't say that. I just wanted to be sure you weren't getting into any trouble," I replied. "Oh my god! I can't believe I have to put up with this! If you're done being crazy I have more packing to finish!" She barked, before turning her attention to the basket of laundry next to her. "No, that's it," I replied unable to bring myself to say what I really wanted to say.How much of a coward must I be to not confront my wife about her fucking another man? And it takes even more of a pussy to. ” I shuddered. As her mouth caressed me, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the point of no return. “Baby, I’m going to come pretty quick.” Bardhini moaned, her voice vibrating around my cock. Her hand returned to my cock, squeezing me slightly as she followed with her warm, wet mouth. “Oh, baby. That’s it. That’s it. Suck your Uncle’s cock. Oh God. Oh God.” I left off in a grunt as I thrust up, trying to bury as much of my cock in her throat as possible. I groaned feeling the release. "I'm sorry for interrupting, Mistress."Betty's blue eyes twinkled. "Really, waxed?"I nodded. "I work at a salon. Well, I used to. That's how I met Mary; I gave her her first wax." Then you can wax Sandy!" Betty declared."I don't know," the older woman frowned. "Doesn't it hurt?" A little," I admitted. "But there's no chance of razor burn, and you will be hair free for two weeks." It's settled," Betty nodded. "You always used your husband as an excuse to get out of shaving. No longer. I want you.