(Makinzie)Yea right its like 12:30.(me)Is that a challenge.(Makinzie)Shere what happens if you dont show. (me)What ever you want.(Makinzie)hmm...I wil... have to think on that well what if you do.(me)Well what if you give me a blowjob and we see where it goes from there.(Makinzie)Fine but only if you come. (me)Ok fine see you in a while.(Makinzie)Love you (me)Love you twoSo after that I couldent just not go so I got dressed and jumped out of my window making shere to take my ipod so i could text. I'd taken a long, slow bath. Before that I had watched you all evening, and watching your hands always excites me. You were working on plans for something you wanted to build, and I watched you bending over the desk, measuring, making notes, holding the pencil, your eyes intent.Your silky dark hair fell forward, almost into your eyes, and occasionally you brushed it away from your forehead with those big, deft fingers. I knew how your hair felt when it brushed against my damp, naked skin. I. Yeah, like that, Simon. Lick my ass, son. Lick all over my brown crease. Taste my ass. Stick your tongue in, tongue-fuck my ass, boy!"I puckered up, and let a thick drop of saliva descend onto her horny brown anus, then rubbed it smoothly over her hole with my index and middle finger.After lubing it up, I aimed my tongue at the center of her wrinkled backdoor opening, and slid deep into my mother's ass thanks to the abundance of spit.I felt the narrow channel of her ass push me back out. She had talked of her unhappy marriage to an elderly peer who, she said, preferred blasting pheasant from the face of the earth to enjoying her company. She cared not for the male of the species, that much was apparent. I was surprised at her willingness to talk of her private life even though she did not reveal her name to me. Nor did she enquire as to my origins but she did ask how I came to be in Mistress Pickles’ household. I was wary of revealing more than the Mistress would approve and.