I am sure that we could invest a little on your mother. Put on the heating to at least ten degrees [Celsius scale: The US is out of step with the rest...of the world, by using Fahrenheit]. I can leave a couple of tenners to cover the cost. Is it gas or electric?”“This council house has gas, darling, but the thermostat is similar, no matter what the fuel. I’ll put it to ten, so Mum will not be frozen when she gets home. Leave the money where she will quickly find it, before she panics, thinking. But first I’m going to hurt you. Why? Because I want to. And I know you like it too. Don’t you?" Again, you nod. "That’s what I thought. Naughty, dirty slut… Well, I’ll give you what you want.”With that, I remove my hand from your panties and you can’t help the little mewl of frustration that makes its way past the gag. Poor thing. Using both hands now, I rake my fingers up your sensitive inner thighs, scratching them roughly and leaving red streaks in the wake of my nails, which I keep longer. Looking around I had the gratifying image of father and son both hard and proud and of course by this time my own cock was equally recovered and standing up as well, made all the more so by the sight of Harry with all the same instincts that had caused him to do so a while back with my cock, starting to stroke his hard stem with obvious pleasure.It was Sammy who broke the spell that had descended upon us at the sight of the three hard cocks. “It’s just not fair” she whined, “why is it that. He became shy after saw me is this dress and his bulge. I told him to message my body with oil as I need a message. And lie on my front and he begin to message my back. His fingers were playing in back. He was started from my neck. When he came to lower strap of bra was creating disturbances so I told him to put off my bra.Now I was lying back to him in just a g string panty. I was becoming hot. I was still messaging. Now I told her to throw off my panty also. He became very bold and turns me.