Since they were staying, I would find another present for each of them.During the time Rachel was here, Brianna became much more skilled in the kitche.... She had made the coffee, beat the eggs for scrambling, located some melon, and generally had things under control. Jennifer thanked her for helping and went to set the table. We seemed to have put our bad feelings from the previous evening behind.The meal seemed especially good and the conversation was pleasant, mostly about the holidays. After. “Mom!” I was able to gasp.She looked up at me. It was as if there was unspoken communication going on.“Of course,” she said.Then, instead of stopping me, she stroked my penis twice. I felt the sweet pain of ejaculation begin and my arms rose to flap at my sides, like some demented bird.She simply leaned forward, opened her mouth, and expertly skinned my foreskin back. Then she sealed the tip of my prick inside as my semen joyfully leapt out into the world. Or her mouth, as it happened. Her. Her face turned red. “Sorry about that. I was just making sure I got all of it off your shirt,” Victoria said as she realized how dumb her excuse was. “It’s fine. Nothing wrong with making sure,” I said as I realized how stupid my response was. The conversation had stopped and it was awkward until the hair styler called Victoria in. “That’s for me. I should be back soon. See ya in a bit,” Victoria said as she walked away, letting me see that great backside jiggle on her way out. I felt. I took my pants and underwear off, handed him the lubricant packets, and bent forward across the back row of chairs. Next, I felt his fingers lubing up my asshole. First one finger (rather sharply). Then two fingers, and I let out a ‘ow’ and ‘ouch’ as he jammed three fingers in. He moved his fingers in and out a few times, and then did something like a magic trick. He basically put the tip of his cock by my anus, removed his fingers, and slid the head of his dick in, all at the same time. I.