Of course, mom got the same treatment from me to keep her on edge.I always enjoyed molesting her as she was occupied doing other things around the hou...e. I convinced her to wear dresses and hold up stockings, for my pleasure. I would come home and find mom sitting on the couch, in her stockings, reading a cook book for this evening's dinner and sit next to her and run my hand up under her dress, feeling her long, smooth thighs. I loved the feel of the taught skin as I worked my hand up to her. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.”We cured each other's hysterics. It was amazing. I trembled and gasped. The pleasure peaked in me. I floated on it, held by her tentacles, then groaned as the bliss receded. I shuddered a final time, my cunny contracting on her withdrawing appendage. Her tentacle popped out of my mouth. “Oh, Merita, oh, wow.” I was so wonderfully tired. Lethargic. I buzzed, the fluttery sensations gone from my stomach. “That was so much better than Nurse Paige curing my hysterics.”“Good,”. They rustled in their sleep a bit and readjusted their holds on me--reassuring me that they were there and attentive. I decided to give them a treat. I gently disengaged from their embraces and found some massage oil in the drawer of the bed stand and after squirting some into my hand, lubed my palms and then knelt between my studs and massaged both their cocks at once. This of course brought them fully awake and they began writhing and moaning with pleasure. They told me to lean down between. She allowed the skirt to pool around her feet and then stepped out of it… where she left on the floor – discarded and forgotten. Marcus could not take any more. She stood before him in just her bra and the tiniest of briefs, and he knew that he could not hold back any longer. He strode across to her in three long, urgent strides, and grasped her arms to yank her against him. ‘Mine!’ he muttered just before his mouth crushed hers in a merciless kiss that set out to invade, overwhelm and brand.