I'll have some of the soup you pick and a salad. Just fix it and serve it out on the patio."I turned and started to walk away."Clarissa, wait a minute... That is not the way it works around here. Remember meal preparation on weekends is a joint operation. I might have let it slide had you bothered to say please." I'm your still your husband, not the hired help or some slave boy."I was stunned – how dare he. He's my cuckold, not my husband but then I caught myself."Sorry babe, you are right. I. ” I said, “Please, but I will wash you too. I just can’t stand her not touching you.” She smiled and agreed. She took the soap, made a lot of lather in her hands and started applying it on me.She started with my chest, going down to my stomach and further down to my thighs. She left my dick for the last. She applied lather nicely on my thighs and legs, rubbing her hands on my inner thighs and my balls. Then she went behind me and surprised me with one of her many tricks. This time she did not. There’s something else, though.”Mom and Rhee looked the same question at me.“Of course, there is, and I’m surprised that you, Mom, haven’t sussed it, yet.”I waited a few seconds, then lifted the bag off my shoulder and held it in front of them.They both said, “Oh!”Mom followed that with a smile and said, “It looks like I get to go shopping with my newest daughter. What fun! I wonder if ... No, she needs to be here, tonight. We can start the process of filling the huge hole in her wardrobe .... Using her 'Helping Hand', she reached between his legs and rubbed his crotch with the hand. Looking up at him, she said, "Oh, I think you have one in your pants, you better pull them down and let me take a closer look for you."The boy got a bewildered look on his face, and then realized what she had said, pulled his pants down and off, and moved his cock over her face, his little balls dangling down like little marbles in a sack. She opened her mouth enveloping his balls, licking them and.