Placing the mug down on the desk, which ran along one of the sidewalls, he circled her and removing a few books from the only other seat in the room, ...at down opposite her. His room was small but cosy, and he had used the space well, with it sectioned off like an open plan flat. At one end behind where John sat, was the bedroom, the bed hidden beneath a black and white patterned duvet, a heater and TV bordering it, and then there was the living area which was flanked by the desk holding his. "Why don't you fix us a couple sandwiches to go with our beer, sweetie?" Ed asked me.So I went out to the kitchen, and whipped up a couple tuna fish sandwiches along with a couple of beers for them. I took them out to the patio where they were sitting.When they had finished eating and were just having a good time bull shitting about nothing in general, Ed said to me, "You know, honey, all that exercise this morning has me and Jack horny as all get out, so why don't you give us each a blow-job?". Cliff automatically adopted Glen’s natural pace by timing his motions to the movements of Glen’s hips. Cliff didn’t go for a deep throat. He kept only the head in his mouth and his tongue touched all of the sensitive spots of the cock. His hand was grasped tightly around the base of the cock, jacking in rhythm with his mouth.The sensations were phenomenally good. This was the best blowjob that he had ever received. Cliff knew how to do things that most women had no clue. The problem was that it. He saw blood and several teeth hit the floor. He turned and looked at his mother, white-hot rage now clouding his vision. While he was down, she had reinforced her defenses and added a nasty additional bit. If he came at her again, he would not live long. Part of her power came from something other. All she knew was it was from one family member from the far past that had gained this power.He charged her with a roar and she allowed him to grab her in a bear hug. He squeezed for only a second.