After introducing Lisa (as my wife) and Fiona (a close friend), she introduced her husband, Alan Hartley.“So, apart from getting married – congrat...lations, by the way – what have you been doing? Are you still at Mona Vale Hospital?” I asked her.“No, I left there about four years ago; I’m now the Director of Nursing – the fancy new title for ‘Matron’ - at John Hunter Hospital, in Newcastle. That’s where I met Alan, we bumped into each other – literally – at the supermarket, and, well, we’ve been. "So that means I have to be home by 6, or 7 if she knows the people, and I'm not to go out. She'll cook dinner, which is no big deal because I'm pretty good in the kitchen, and I'm to study where she can monitor what I'm doing." No Claiborne computer," Cynthia said. "That's got to cause some problems." I checked, and the Claiborne people can set something up for me. No social life, but that's all right. I wonder what my mother's up to, though. Going off like this isn't like her. She's never. Then, I went in for the thrill. Dipping my chin, I wrapped my lips around her clit again. I twisted my head to one side and lashed my tongue furiously in a figure-eight motion, moving her clit in every direction, so fast she had no idea what was happening to it. As her moan of pleasure increased to a scream, I pulled my fingers out to the edge. I plunged them in slowly once, listening to her sharp cry of "oh god," and then I began fucking her hard and fast while I sucked and licked that clit in. There's even a little surprise for her in a minute, hehe." Daddy came into view beside me, reaching out to hold my head up by my hair, making sure I looked at the TV, as well as his hard dangling prick.I moaned as I kept bouncing, doing my best to keep my prostate rubbed. My clitty was hard again, and the cockring and straps were secured around it and my balls once more. He was right, I couldn't get enough of seeing myself like that, digging the hole deeper and deeper, making me want to be.