" He knew that the elevator wouldn't stop at the penthouse floor, so he went down to the kitchen floor and called the penthouse elevator from there.As...the guy was waiting for the elevator, all three of us pulled our weapons, checking to make sure there was a round in the chamber. We watched as he pushed a button and were surprised that he had pushed the roof button. Our duty guy called down, advising the downstairs people what was up. He said they were sending people to the floor below us to. As she finished talking Cristina’s eyes began to tear. Her usual smile was now melancholic. Barely perceptible sobs were racking her shoulders. I could not begin to imagine her pain. I felt so totally helpless. My mind was still numb from her narrative. How could anyone manage to get to this age of life, experience all the negatives she had waded through, and still maintain a semblance of sanity? Christina was hurting and I was in agony watching her cry. I slowly slid over to her side and put. "More?" I asked sweetly."What about you?" That's not something you ask a lady who jacks off her son." That's not the regular meaning of lady." It is, in our house."He reached for my breasts. I had to change hands. The first was exhausted. He took two minutes to cum a fourth time. I was getting pretty hot myself. As much as I loved hands on my tits, my whole body yearned to be massaged. This I did not tell my son.I cleaned my hands as best I could, with my son's seemingly endless supply of. ’ He blinked several time in rapid succession. ‘God, that’s mind blowing, isn’t it?’ Eva lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. ‘But I want the real thing. Would that make me less to you, not being a virgin anymore?’ Jeff slid he hands up Eva’s back and gently pushed her hair back from her face. He cupped her chin and their eyes met. Once again he gasped at the all encompassing sensation. ‘No, never. I teased and I shouldn’t have. There is no way you will be getting dressed.