I regognized it instantly. My mother was a fanatic about antiques, and searched and bargained over the years until her dining room looked like it came...right out of the roaring twenties. She had an oak table with two leaves big enough to seat twelve when fully extended, and twelve chairs to go with it. The china cabinet matched, sturdy oak with panes of glass so old they had a few wavy lines in them. All she needed for a complete set was the sideboard, and she was still trying to locate one when. Her tongue snaked out, and she started to lick at my swollen head like a lollipop. The feel of her tongue flicking and licking my cock head, made me groan with lust. She suddenly engulfed my stiff cock in her warm, wet mouth. I shivered with delight as she ran her hot, pliable mouth down the full length of my stiff shaft, sucking and licking at my hard cock. She slid her mouth up, and then plunged down the full length again. I looked in the mirror, saw my daughter, her naked shoulders sloping. Despite my being subjected to a constant stream of clients every day, mymilk continued to flow and my guards became progressively more addicted.So much so that they started fighting amongst themselves for the mainshare. Just like heroin addicts fighting for the last hit.I tried to explain to them that I would need more high protein food toincrease production but the language barrier proved insurmountable andby the end of what seemed to be a week the guards were at each other'sthroats.Eventually. She had only a slightly thick bush on top, it was the first mature pussy I had seen in my entire life and I liked it a lot. She acted normal as if she wasn't even naked and just sat down in front of me. When she sat down she reached into a bag that was between her feet and she spread her legs allowing me to see more clearly some of her pussy. Her breasts hung left and right with every movement of her body. She reached into the bag and pulled out a hand-sized tube of sunscreen. She opened.