" O.k. Mom, I like that idea.So we are in the shower and he takes a face cloth and puts my favorite soap on it and washed my breasts as he stands ther... with his cock the size of a flagpole sticking out horizontal and I wrapped my hand around it but could not get my fingers all around it and Gus looked at me like This is so nice and it was. He washed me up very nicely and lovingly, maybe the whole idea of doing my son is wrong and perverted but damn, he loves me more than that useless bastard. He withdrew his hand and I heard the sound of gloves being removed. “All in order as far as I could feel.”Footsteps and he came into my view. A small man, grey-haired whose glasses sat on the bridge of his hooked nose. He wore green scrubs, wrinkled and untidy, and he looked at me indifferently before he crossed over to his laptop and started typing.“Did you give her a name?” I wanted to protest. I had a name. Why should he give me a name? But his answer startled me. “Les.” That was short for. She too was dressed up, although more for a biker bar, with a black leather skirt, black boots, black pantyhose, a red blouse that couldn't even begin to contain her large breasts and a black leather jacket. She took off her jacket and tossed it on my white couch.I closed my door, surprised at what she considered formal. She seemed more dressed for a dominatrix line-up.She looked at me. "Nice, you dressed up for me."Startled by her comment, I replied, "What? No, I am dressed for the dance."She. She knelt down on her knees and without warning slipped his hard cock into her mouth. She sucked it quite ferociously only for a minute or so until she stopped. Without warning she turned on Lene which now had removed all her underwear and was rubbing her own clit. Lene stopped for a while allowing the girl to take in her sight. Both of them were smiling. Lene got a bit further back on the bed and got on her back, it was clear what she wanted. The girl got onto the bed herself, placed herself.