Her confidence was intoxicating. Having her tell me what to do to her was turning me primal.“More what? Give me details, baby! Bring those stories i...to our bed.”“What?”Oh shit… “What do you mean, what?”“You told me to ‘bring those stories into our bed’.”“I did?”“Yes. What did you mean?”“Nothing.” I had to back-pedal fast. “I just meant that if you have ideas for stuff we should try, you should tell me. You know, like a story, or a fantasy. Tell me what you want.”“Oh.”Please don’t stop now! I. I saw my mother fully nude and in motion for the first time in my life. I always thought of my mother Vinode as a normal person and I wondered about her sexual satisfaction in life. I was not quite sure that my father satisfied her sexually but my mother vinode never revealed a bit about her. In fact, she did nice fashion but looked like a plain lady when it came to sex. Today all my questions were answered.I got up in the afternoon and went to kitchen to get some water. While coming back , as. ” I heard, “Ok horny, cum with Angie, right over here.” Again she’s holding my hand, and leading me to her hydraulic chair. When we get there, she kisses the back of my hand and doesn’t release it. Still holding my hand, she looks me in the eyes and says, “OK handsome, what can I do to make you happy tonight” She said it with a smile on her lips and a glint in her eye. “I like a trim that doesn’t look like I just had a haircut,” I replied. “Relax, Allie, I’m not going to. It came back to full erection (and Bob nearly jumped off the bench) when she stuck her tongue out and made contact just below his balls.Dorothy took what looked like a small rubber ring and rolled it down to the base of his cock, then blew on the head so it bobbed in the air like a carnival balloon. Bob gritted his teeth at the (not unpleasant) sensation, which was followed by the strange feeling of Dorothy's tongue probing down between his thighs. He held onto the edge of the massage table.