..........it should be. I was going to say, you should offer to eat a strawberry out of her cooch, but then I remembered, not EVERYONE there, has a Bu...t-Blaster. Surely, there has to be a garden-hose, around town, SOMEWHERE, you could clean her up, with. Eating fruit, out of your coworker's cooch, seems like a necessary chapter, in the book, "Confessions of a Scumbag", that you must write, before you die. You should also make her lick whipped-cream off your cock, and eat a g**** out of your. As instructed, I did not say a word. When we got into the room, I dropped to my knees like a good cocksucker and opened his pants. I love when his big hard cock pops out in my face. He grabbed my hair with one hand and his cock with the other. He started to slap his big cock against my face. He commanded, “You can talk now, but only to beg.” Opening my mouth for words - and more - I said, “Yes, please let me suck your cock. I need it in my mouth now. I can’t wait to get my lips around it. Let. There was yearning in her eyes. She nodded."OK, we promise." said Bobby for them both.Claire felt relief herself. "Now, the second thing I want you to understand is that you're my babies and I love you." She saw the reaction in the faces of her children. "Come on... you know what I mean. I know you're not babies, but you used to be, and every mother thinks like that. The important thing is that I love you both. I don't understand what you've done, but that doesn't matter. I love you."One of the. Protective ... of her image." I know she is," I said. "I promise that we won't make any moves without her approval. Maybe I can find a few minutes tonight to talk to her before you head out."Jill gave a nod that didn't signal a commitment. It was just that she was starting to understand the situation from my point of view."Let's let her enjoy the rest of her night," she suggested. "Tomorrow is soon enough to toss a wet blanket on things." Yeah, except this isn't something we should discuss over.