'John' as he kept insisting I call him, 'and my wife is Evelyn'... John poured us drinks. I had professed not to be much of a drinker, so he chose for...me. It was actually very good."Now then, Tom, I am sure you noted the likeness of you to the drawings in the family history room. Would you care to comment?" John asked casually."Well, either it is a distant relative, or someone who had the good fortune to look like me," I said, tongue in cheek.Evelyn laughed."He's got you there, John" she said,. The proper word is Mommy." She resumed bouncing on his prick. "The snooze button is now my belly button, so don't stop with your finger - or anything else you might want to put up there."Alan laughed at her concern that he would misinterpret her desires and not anally finger her again. "Mom, oops, Mommy, sorry about the Mom thing, but I am just waking up. It's a bit, uh ... surprising to wake up this way, to say the least! Anyways, it seems kind of weird and naughty for an eighteen year old son. Aimee’s head lolled back a little, her breathing getting heavier as Sasha lavished attention on her. “Hey…” she whispered after a long moment, resting a hand on Sasha’s arm. “I’m being selfish, come here babe…” She gazed into Sasha’s eyes before kissing her passionately, their tongues sliding wetly over one another. Sasha’s legs felt weak and shaky with lust. The heavy baseline of the music being played around them seemed to intensify the atmosphere and they began grinding their hips against. . our hands were exploring each others' bodies and cocks as we watched.He was really into it, so I asked him if he ever dressed up."No way!" Would you like to, with me?" Maybe..."That was enough to make me start sucking his beautiful nipples, sucking as much of each one into my mouth as possible. He lay back and moaned, and I could feel his beautiful cock spasm and twitch as I made love to his nipples, then his neck and chest, then worked my way down to his lovely smooth, flat stomach. He had a.