Over coffee and tea at mid morning, sports throughout the week and the upcoming weekend is discussed and debated at length by the guys, the girls gush...about each other's outfits and their plans for the next couple of days. By lunch-time, I've already zoned out. Other people's chatter blends into a white noise in the background, and the names and numbers on my computer screen blend into an illegible soup, with no chance of getting my full attention until Monday morning now. Finally, the magic. "How do you feel about this Jim? It's not every day you see your dad being deep throated by a beautiful woman." She looked at me coyly. "It's not every day you get to rub your cock up and down your mother's ass either. Are you feeling OK?" she said as she kissed me on the lips and looked into my eyes. "Sure mum, but I don't think I can hold out like this much longer." Oh poor baby," mum said, and reached down to hold my cock. She pulled it back and forth gently, her other hand reaching under to. He found himself a job that kept him away from the memories, and provided him with just enough to feed himself and keep him warm during the cold winter months. Again, his life became a blur of disconnected events, one day seeming very much like the previous. The days of the week no longer mattered. Every one was the same, and he poured his energies into his job, working until he was exhausted, then sleeping only long enough to regain sufficient strength to initiate another round. The appeal of. Her cock was on the thin side and looked very ladylike. It was such a turn on to be in her company. “Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed, I’ll do a sexy dance for you.” Danielle turned some music on and started to dance. She was swaying her hips and gyrating her cock. Her cock was moving to the left and to the right. She had the most amazing breasts. Her nipples were erect and very hard. I just sat there and stroked my cock while she danced for me. She then walked right up to me. Her.