. they sure do mom," I replied, feeling an overwhelming desire to grab them, but controlling myself."Good," she said and stood up straight again and w...lked back to the worktop next to the cooker. I watched her ass cheeks wobble and swing from side to side in her tight shorts. My dick became a bit harder, but I knew I was not quite ready to cum."Do you like boobs too, then?" said mom quizzed again."Yea... sure I do mom," I replied."But not as much as bottoms," she retorted."Well... I like both,". He groaned in his throat with each thrust into my mouth. I felt myself grow wetter with the idea that I could make this guy tremble in my hands. I gagged and released him from my mouth when I needed air but would let him back in. “Oh my fucking god,” he said as I sucked him harder. “That's my baby, that's my fucking baby-oh shit!” he said as he went deeper. “Oh, I'm about to cum Ashleigh!” he groaned as I felt him twitch in my mouth. I knew what that meant. I sucked harder and he let out a. I promise you, I've even got your victim all lined up...." And when I saw the glint in his eyes - mischevous and evil - I knew I'd make an exception for him.I'd brought Zac to meet him, and he shifted about awkwardly in the soundproof visitors room, hands in his pockets, trying to his big frame inconspicuous. Charles was dressed respectably (for him), in tee and jeans, but there was no hiding the animal, you could still make out the muscles sliding under the shirt as he stuck his arm out to. " - for you. Since it is Saturday morning, grandpa will have bacon and eggs and english muffins."She was glaring at me."What?" Stop referring to yourself that way. I know how old you are. Do you? Alan Shepherd was 64 when he piloted an Apollo mission to the Moon."I had to laugh. "Fran, I knew Alan Shepherd - " True; I had interviewed him. " - and I can tell you, I'm no Alan Shepherd."She looked for a moment as if she would burst, and then she did - with laughter. "Thank you, Lloyd Bentson.".