He does.”“Let him hear what he wants to hear,” he suggested.I looked down at my son, expertly sucking away at me, eager to please his father. �...You’re a cocksucking slut,” I moaned.I could tell he loved that by the way he increased his efforts to please me.“How about it, boy?” Jason addressed him. “Were you made to please your daddy?”He moaned in the affirmative. He gave another tight suck of my cock, and started fondling my balls in his palms.While I enjoyed the fantastic blowjob my son was. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a loose fitting T-shirt. He had nice legs, and I surprised myself when I suddenly felt attracted to him."No, I was just gonna take a shower, and Vicki won't be back for another hour," I replied as I opened the door allowing him in. "She had to set up something at the conference center." I walked back to the bathroom and turned off the shower."Damn! I completely forgot," Tim said. "She was going to take me to breakfast this morning and I thought we. Under her skirt she was wearing a pair of lace black panties that matched her bra perfectly. she lifted her ass to let my slide her panties off her silky legs as she undid her bra, as her panties slid down her legs i noticed her pussy was perfectly shaven to a satin finish. gently i guided a finger inside her tight, wet pussy feeling it moisten as i probed deep inside her with my fingertip. with this she moaned arching back sticking her breasts high into the air. staring at her lovely breasts i. His eyes followed the thin trail of fur that began between her breasts, his gaze wandering up to her neck and shoulders, where it created a sort of fluffy ruff that framed her face. It continued to her head, where it served as her hair, those black horns and her large ears that so resembled those of a sheep protruding from it. The same downy material covered her lower legs, giving the impression that she was wearing woolen knee socks, before her long limbs tapered into those of a goat. Her coat.