I went on into my apartment's tiny kitchen and grabbed two glasses. “What would you like to drink?”“You're always bragging about your tea, so I'...l try a glass.”Denise went on into the living room and took a seat on the couch. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I joined her a few minutes later with two glasses of freshly brewed sweet iced tea a couple of plates and some paper towels.“Make yourself at home,” I said sarcastically. I handed her a plate and her glass as she laughed at my. He saw the sign for it back behind him, but was going too fast to read it. He looked about him, admiring the open country, not unlike his own town, and saw a huge Mansion coming up on his right. Deciding to stop and ask directions, Bison directed his pickup off the road into the gravel drive that went up a little towards the house. It sat upon a slight hill, not much to notice but enough to keep running water away during a heavy rain. He got out and stretched, putting his hands behind his back. ”“Mom, please! Stop talking like that. Stop pumping your hips, mom,” I whimpered, “I don’t want to cut you.”“I’ll try, Tommy,” she whispered, “but it feels so good. Your father used to shave me. He always kissed my pussy after he finished.” She pouted a little. “But as we got older, he lost interest.”“TMI, mom, TMI!”“If you want to kiss it, I wouldn’t mind!”I held one lip delicately between my thumb and forefinger as I trimmed her pussy hair. Mom was so wet. my fingers kept slipping. I. About half an hour later Mom and I left the television and the light on in the living room while we continued with our sexual foreplay. It was all part of our plan. I knew Janeane was a light sleeper and would be awaken by our love-making. And if she was game she would at least take a peek at our sex scene. Later, as we went along the reflection in the kithen mirror showed that she was in deed peeking at us from the bedroom. Next, without letting her know that we knew she was watching, Mom and.