“We have varieties of animals that have adapted to living underground. My mother was entirely responsible for making the planet self-sufficient. She...��s a super biologist farmer type. My father works in intelligence and is a professor and Dean of Intelligence at the war college. He’s much older than my mother, but you would never guess that that’s the case. He looks young and is energetic. He has boundless energy and drive. He’s also a great cook. It’s his recreation.“My mother came from a family. I started to get it for her, but she pushed me back into my seat as she went under the table to get her phone.Even though I knew it was coming, when her mouth enveloped my shaft, I groaned a little louder than I meant to. Her head started bobbing up and down quickly as she swirled her tongue around the shaft of my cock. I tried to act cool, but I was on fire. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds until I erupted into her mouth with wave after wave of jizz. She swallowed it all and then. "Technically, I guess I'm not," she spoke.I was contemplating the vagaries of possible technicalities when she said, "Remember last spring when I was at field hockey practice and wound up in the emergency room?"I well remembered a frantic call from Mom, the hours of worry about my sister being in the hospital for some undisclosed injury. And then they came home and no one told me nothing, and all I could see was that Emma walked a little funny until she went to bed and woke up healed."I never. " What's that?" I replied, seeing that look in her eyes once again."Well, I know your excited about wearing your new things we got today.Why don't you put on your undies and brasies and then come back and helpme cook. I can handle this while you're gone." Huh?"I was confused. I was getting used to the idea of wearing women'sunderwear when we were fooling around, but not when I was just sittingaround the apartment. It seemed weird to me."Just go slip them on. It will turn me on, and I know it.