I grab onto his shaft, feeling his veins through the cotton with my left hand as I slide my fingers under the elastic, running them across his waist. ... begin to pull them down, position my face close and tug his boxers until his hard-on pops out and bounces back and forth almost smacking my lips. The subtle scent of him, the intensity of the pheromones makes me start to salivate.I stare at his cock for a minute, teasing myself, as I admire the 8+inches of his thick, tasty meet. He is groomed. I rubbed my pussy and pulled out pink and white boyshorts and matching bra and denim mini skirt ad a white tank top.I went down stairsAnd sat on the couch. I had a weird family. Each arrived one by one. First was my mums brother David. He had 1 daughter who was 13 and a wife and they were christian. Their daughter however was a slut. Next was my aunty Judy. Her family were nudists becuase they didnt believe in wearing clothes. It was Judy, her husband Bob, their son Mark 8 and their daughter. .. "But it can never happen again," she continued, a bit more firmly, her mind beginning to reel with guilt and with fear of the possible consequences."That was totally unprofessional and inappropriate, and... and, and it can never happen again."Tom continued to smile at her. Finally he said, "yes, Mrs. H., I understand. But that was amazing—YOU were amazing. You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen, do you know that?"She blushed, ever more aware of her own recent frenzied excitement and of the. ”“Thanks, Mom. I think.”Jill inserted a second finger into the girl’s sex, causing Faith to suck in her breath. “Are you disappointed that your summer job turned out different than you expected?”Faith turned her head to look into her mother’s eyes. “Do you mean am I disappointed that I was enslaved?”Jill smiled and kissed Faith on the tip of her nose. “Yes. Are you disappointed that you are a slave?” She flicked her tongue over the nose and then turned her head to suckle on her daughter’s.