Up went the volume, and down. Faster and slower, and the words twisted and turned and I wondered at his ability to pronouce them even as I forgot them...as they landed on my ears, somehow. The beast sent forth into our minds a cross between a scream and a growl and pointed at Yaaron. A black sparkling beam of anti-radiance shot forth, and the red sphere was destroyed. It laughed maniacally inside our heads. Yaaron’s chant continued, his arms making passes in strange movements. *Only six more. "Okay, lets take a shower, then." She says, turning into the master bathroom. I adjust the water temperature, as mom takes off her clothes and then we both step into the shower. My cock is rock solid, pointing straight at her, as she squirts body wash onto her hands. Lathering my cock first, she gradually works her hands all around my balls and the base of my cock. One hand slips between my legs and starts playing with my asshole, while she continues lathering my cock and balls with the other. ”“That is what you paid for. If you want to take it off rather than have me do it, go for it.”I owned 3 of these sweaters that I purchased from Boston Proper, a fabulous clothier. This one was sleeveless with a countless number of buttons on the front. I sat and he took a seat on the ottoman in front of me. His hands quickly opened the top four so he could just barely see the hint of cleavage.“May I continue?” Damn, so polite. “Hell yeah said my margarita induced mouth.”Pop. Pop. Pop. . Next thing I knew, my wife and her two admirers were right next to us. They were sandwiching her, dancing all over her, running their hands all over her. She was loving it. We exchanged a look that said: too soon. We were getting worked up and the night had just begun, so we walked away, to separate rooms to have a few drinks and talk. I ended up with my the grabby brunette and my wife of course was followed around by the two young studs. The brunette and her friends all wanted to talk about my.