“I suppose we can wash the glasses afterward. But I’m not letting you ruin any more of my clothes.” She pulled off the pants, folded them, and p...t them on the floor next to her. She unbuttoned her blouse.Sam laughed. “Those glasses were in style when I was like eight-years-old.”“I do feel a bit silly.” Joyce pulled off her blouse, folded it, and placed it on her pants. She wore a plain tan supportive bra and tan, cotton panties.“Mrs. Stevens is a bit stuck up, isn’t she?” Sam pulled off his. Each time she took me a little deeper until she had my entire long cock in her throat. She had gagged only a little achieving this.As for me, I couldn't take too much of this treatment and the next time she took me into her throat, I started to spew baby batter down her throat. We both collapsed as I finished, and Clare came up for air. She was breathing very heavily, taking in air at a tremendous rate. Her lovely breasts rose and fell rapidly, and I was soon hard again, but decided that it was. Ugh. Oh my gosh, I am really feeling sore."A lightbulb goes off in my head. Yes, a little seduction is at play here."Hey, go up and get ready for bed and I will give you a nice massage. Better to rub out those sore muscles now, before they get even tighter," I say, trying to sound casual in my suggestion."Ummm." Come on. Just a nice massage, I promise. You need to relax for a good night's sleep as I have more fun planned for tomorrow."She nods her head in agreement and continues up the stairs.. So I just assured her that I was positive that it was "well within my Special Abilities." Mom got that, and accepted my assurance.Before Mom could return to her theme of betting I quickly asked, "Mom, Dad, while you're both here, I wondered about my parking Julia's car in our driveway. I think it'll be here most nights, Julia not having her license yet. Should I park it in the driveway where I might block you guys, or on the street?" Use your judgment," was Dad's answer. He further suggested,.