” Margaret said.“I love this, Bobby Joe. As soon as she gets here ... tell her to get naked.” Cheri laughed.“Bobby Joe ... get naked and let m... have the camera. I want to see if it’s only you that makes it work.” Korian said.“That’s a great idea, Kori,” their Mom said.Korian took both cameras. She put the Leica around her neck and held the Nikon in her hand as Bobby Joe showed her how it worked.“Say “Cheese”, Bobby Joe, as I make that beautiful cock as brown as we are.” She said as she focused. The meatballs were easy enough, adding an egg, some uncooked Quaker oats – the recipe said bread crumbs, but mom always used the oats – a chopped onion and some salt to the ground chuck, and then cooking the meatballs in the skillet. I had never noticed mom adding salt to the cooking water for the spaghetti, but the cookbook said that it came out a lot better if that was how it was prepared, so I did that. The apartment was starting to get too warm again, from my pitiful excuse for cooking, so. He was satisfied with the progress made, and would enjoy a month to rest up after nearly half a year at war or on the march, and he was sure his army would as well. He fell asleep content that night.After helping Gita to clean up, Mona tucked them both into bed, but stayed awake as the younger girl fell asleep, fully expecting the new king to come and fuck one or both of them that night in a torrid expression of his manliness, but he made no such appearance. Despite her grudging but growing. I gagged but kept going. I moaned with pleasure and encouraged him to force me harder and deep. He started moving his hips and trusting into my mouth, now grabbing my hair. My heart racing, my head throbbing, the rush of water everywhere, I was lost in the moment.I felt Joe start to throb and slowed down. I pulled his cock out his mouth and gasped for air. I looked up at him smiling down at me, enjoying the show. "You're weren't going to cum without fucking me were you?" I teased."Wouldn't.