She couldn’t…or wouldn’t……and she knew it, and just looked at the table as she felt those big, gentle hands on her back. Junior had forgotte... about taking pictures. He was touching the real thing now, feeling that wonderful body, stroking his Mom’s back and letting his cock nudge against her bottom. He was like an iron rod in his jeans, he didn’t need to stroke it as the thrills he was getting were enough to keep him rock solid. One of his hands ran gently down to his Mom’s naked ass and he. We just nodded to them and got up to get on the elevator. We didn't say much the entire ride home. We brought our bags in and laid on the bed for a half hour in each other's arms in deep thought and rest.It was only about 3 in the afternoon, but we were both emotionally and physically tired. Plus she had mentally drained me with her head games and I hoped that an honest and open relationship would result from my chastising of her. I remembered hearing friends telling me their tales of woe like. I went on to say how lucky he was to have someone care enough to keep him out of trouble. Mark looked confused but then he realized what I was asking. Mark asked me if I wanted him to use his mouth on me. I asked him if he would feel alright doing that. He did not say a word and started rubbing the outside of my jeans. I stood up and unfasten my jeans and pulled them down along with my boxers. I sat back down. Mark told me he thought he could figure out how to do it from having it done to him.. I sat down and looked to Angela and Jill. I was just about to say something when a small bell rang at the other end of the room. The entire room turned as one to see the High Priestess standing at the head of her table.She held a loaf of bread in one hand and a glass in the other. Holding the two to the heavens she said softly; "Let us pray. Mother, Father, creators of all things. We give thanks this day for the gifts of your bounty. We ask that you bless this food and nourish us in body and.