Then she spread her legs and made me crawl between them. Then she ordered my face to lay on her pussy and to get her off using my tongue. Two hours sh... said. Two hours of you sucking my pussy. You better make me cum and do it often. Don’t stop for two hours or I’ll hang you back you from the ceiling and next time I’ll really punish you.So for two plus hours I remained. Like in the picture. My face buried in her crotch and my tongue inside her pussy. She came like she wanted. I only wish I could. “Annie, right? Of course it is.” She looked at her husband and smiled. “We’ve been here three other times, twice when you were at the resort. Nobody who comes here and see you is going to forget Annie Linder.”Her husband stood and pulled the fourth chair out. “We wanted to speak with you, too. This worked out perfectly.”They were introduced as Don and Marge Harrelson.As I stepped around Sylvia, I put my hands on her shoulders, bent low and whispered into her ear, “What’s this about?” She just. I asked her who’s the van was outside “the builders” she whispered, I started to wonder why she was whispering until she started to point upstairs where the builder was fitting a bath or something. I wasn’t interested in that I was busy looking at her tits and controlling a raging hard on I had. Sarah moved closer to me and reached her hand towards mine and started to pull me into the kitchen.“Are you okay?” she whispered. Not to sound too much like a pussy I nodded my head while looking at her. Now open upAs the fear of punishment was gone I opened. To my surprise my mom was standing there in a pink nightie showing all her curves and and an abundant amount of cleavage. That was the first time I had a sexual thought about my mom. Unknown of my thoughts my mom said to follow her. Now this was a feast for eyes. Her big ass was moving in her nightie like they are thrown to each sides with each step. I followed her feasting at this awesome sight.When we reached her room she asked me to.