I tore into the rest of the food with an almost reckless abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the same time. In just a matter of seconds...I was sopping up the rest of the egg yolks with my toast when I heard her speak again.“It’s a good thing you weren’t very hungry,” she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually spotless plate, “I was afraid I was going to have another dish to wash.” She held the plate up and turned it toward me with a very nice smile on. .." he whispers again as he slowly puts his hand under the table and places it on my upper thigh, stroking me slightly. A wave of hornyness comes over me and I can barely breath as he slowly moves his hand up and up my short skirt. "But I also know you hate it when I stop, and tease you," he smiles as he stops right at the top of my thigh, stroking the edge of my panties with his thumb. My heart is beating so fast as I imagine the things he does to me whenever we're alone, the way he. In other words, mom more or less had exclusive rights to my cock. But then, it was not as if I need to fuck anyone else. That was to say fucking-wise, even for a young man like me, mom managed to keep me sexually satiated. Mom even got a masseuse to teach me enough massage techniques so that sometimes I could combine the two and gave her the massage and "happy endings" whenever she wanted it. I thought perhaps she should pay me a salary. She did not. But for my birthday, just before my. " But Dave, I don..." Just do it Sarah. Lift your skirt and spread your legs, now."Her voice quivered as she said, "Yes Dave" and did what he'd told her. She felt his fingers push the gusset of her panties aside and then the head of his cock touched her pussy and she moaned as he pushed in."Oh yes Sarah, you like that don't you? You like starting the day out like this and that is a good thing because this is how we will start every day from now on. A blow job or a fuck, or maybe even both. You.