.they were shattered."Say, I have an idea that might change everything," Mom offered, "but youmight think is crazy. Now hear me out before you yell. T...rry, you're not verytall, you're slender, and very fair and I've often said you'd make a prettygirl."Before she could finish, Terry jumped up and said, "Oh No! I'm not going topose as a girl! No Way! I don't want the job that badly." Wait a minute, son," Dad interjected, trying to calm Terry. He picked up onthe idea immediately. "Think of it as a. “President bashing is the most popular sport in America, Doug. If our Olympic team fails to bring home enough medals to please the American public, there are people out there that will blame my administration. If my stomach is upset and I don’t want to eat a pickle, the media will turn it into a major issue by claiming I hate pickles. The farmers and the unions will be on my back about refusing to eat pickles. The only way to negate the problem would be to stand out in public and eat a jar of. Mom is about 5'6" and Karen is 5'3" with her high heels they were about the same height.Karen hugged Mom in return. It was all very sweet. I pushed my deflated cock back into my pajama pants and stood silent. I was an observer for now studying the sexy inter-play of my two favorite women. Mom started the sexy play by nibbling on Karen's neck. Karen closed her eyes and moaned softly as Mom nibbled and kissed Karen in a very sexy manner. I saw Mom move her hand onto one of Karen's D cup breasts. But I would be there for him, whatever he needed.His long, thick beautiful shaft, his well defined, gorgeous head, his full, tight balls. I loved to stroke his shaft and bring my eager mouth to his sack. licking and lovingly them, teasing and pleasuring them. I loved his taste, I loved his smell. I loved to feel him fill my mouth, I loved to feel him against the back of my throat, then slid down. There was nothing I loved more. He liked to lay back and watch porn as I would blow him. Anything.