We can talk about it when we’re calm.’ She gathers up my pj bottoms and leads me out of my bedroom.Mom’s not very steady on her feet as we walk ...own the hall into the master bedroom. The smell of alcohol is strong on her breath.‘You ok, Mommy?’‘Yes, dear, I’m fine, ‘ you answer as you close the door behind us. ‘Sit on the bed.’ You have my pjs in your hand, but in no rush to pass them to me. Instead, you gaze at my cock, which immediately causes it to harden. I struggle to stop its growth,. He attached this rack to the hook above his bed and pulled a robe type webbing. My legs rose and his place a pillow under my lower back and under my head. There I was with my leg spread and drawn high in the air with my succulence opened up about 2 feet above the bed. Then I surrender as he position himself to munch on my wet and tender awaiting lips. His month and tongue enthroned over me, his tongue licked then enter me and hit my feminine button. I cried with delight as wave of pleasure. She wanted to laugh, and ask if they were all twelve, and suddenly she really didn’t, both at once. ‘Any dare I like?’ Sophie said. ‘Sure. Anything.’ Sophie looked up at Josh. She was wet. She was halfway through sex and had expected to come and Josh knew her well enough to know she wasn’t going to be horrified by this. It wasn’t like they weren’t both halfway to being exhibitionists anyway, they’d just never been put on the spot before. And it wasn’t like anyone was actually going to see. For all I knew (and now suspected), he wasn't even in to guys. It irritated me, and I responded in kind - the fucks were rougher, and I made him spend his days fixing the roof. I told him he could have the attic as his bedroom if he finished it, and for the next few months, it became his project, the pace accelerating as fast as my passion cooled. In fact, my irritation was almost hatred by the time he finally finished. He'd been working at it 18 hours a day, with the shoestring budget I.