Walking back over to where I laid, he pulled the privacy curtain closed around my bed as he glanced up at the Mistletoe. Sitting down on the edge of m... bed he leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. My first reaction was to push him away because sons do not kiss their mothers on the lips. They certainly don’t shove their tongues down their mother’s throats the way Paul was shoving his down mine. Then I was shocked to realize that I was kissing him back just as passionately as he was. I'll stay out of your way."Melissa turned back to the podium and opened her presentation. Going down on one knee I opened the access panel on the side of the podium and reached inside to pretend to work on something and glanced here and there at her legs. I was positioned a little behind and to her right but the lights which are directed at the center of the floor were shadowed by the podium. I could clearly see her form but the sheen of her pantyhose was subdued. As I fidgeted with some wires. He said hi and asked why I was up. I asked him the same question and he replied "Nothing!" with a stupid look on his face. I spied on my brothers. Mitchell was giggling under the sheets. He was sucking Dale. Dale wasn't hard yet. Dale was looking at lesbian porn playing on the television. Dale pushed Mitchell off and kisses him. He fisted Mitchell deep in his asshole. Mitchell was so little. I couldn't believe him taking such a brutal fisting. But then I saw it. The biggest cock I had ever. .."Sperry found the whole thing unbearable, but of course it could be worse. It wasn't as if he was the only naked slave here...his son, Spottiswoode, was crouching in the Smoking Room. Spotty the Spittoon.?Spottiswoode Sillitoe, and Strawbridge, Sperry's triplets from his first marriage, had taken to their fun, energetic stepmother immediately...Cyri was fun, and she didn't mind buying the boys illegal beer for high school parties, or taking them surfing, snowboarding, motorcycle racing.