Don't you?' I could think of nothing other than her beautiful figure and her captivating gaze. I knew, then, that I needed to know more about her. I o...fered my hand. Taking my right hand with hers, she shook it gently. 'Hi. I'm pleased to meet you.' Her voice was soft and husky. She was standing over me, close and inviting. I had a remarkable view of her small breasts pushing through her tight blouse. My breathing became that much quicker, and my lips parted in excitement. We were so close to. And you talk about me.”“Remember in school, we never wore any undies,” said Joyce, “We were both always ready for a good fuck.”“We were a couple of whores weren’t we? If I didn’t get some cock at least once a day I would have gone crazy.”Joyce laughed, “I bet between us we fucked or sucked half the guys in school, and a few of the girls.”“Come on in and sit on the couch,” Mom said, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”“The way you’re playing with my ass, I think. Nothing has broken or been in need of repair,’ I replied. ‘So? Look at him. I’ll have him tinker with the fridge or something until you leave and then I have him really go to work.’ ‘On what?’ Even as the words came out of my mouth the look on her face revealed her intentions. She just replied with a wicked smile before taking another sip of the coffee we had were enjoying. ‘Well, on that note, I guess I need to be gracious and just get the hell out of here so you can have your fun,’ I stated. "Oh!" she exclaimed, a crestfallen tone in her voice. "I'm truly sorry, sweetie, but you've only got nine inches. That's enough for me, dear, but my daughter's gotta have a real cock. You know, at least twelve inches. You understand, don't you? We do everything together, so if you can come back with a twelve inch cock for her we can all have some fun." After he left, with his cock like a tent pole in the front of his pants and sweat staining the back of his shirt, they fell in bed together,.