I guess you like writing, huh?"Anabel shifted in her seat, unsure if she should answer. If she were being honest, she was a little distracted by Tony'... hands. They were large and strong but seemed highly dextrous much like the rest of his body. She knew his football career never took off but wondered if he still played in his spare time. His tight-fitting shirt would suggest that he did, or at least kept up the same workout routine.Anabel shifted again, suddenly aware of how hot she was. Was. Baby... lick my asshole. That feels sooooo... gooood."I continued, responding to her pleasure by pushing apart her butt cheeks further so I got even better access, and tried to go as deep as I could into her asshole with my tongue."Ahhhh..." mom groaned again in pleasure.Then, after a moment, I moved back to her cunt and licked and lapped at it some more. Fuck, this was good!I was dying to plunge my dick into mom's open wet cunt, now, but I knew she would not agree. But I could also sense she. I guessed I'd better go in and face the music. By this hour, there was no way Mom and Dad wouldn't know I wasn't in bed."Oh, there you are!" Mom said. "You spent a long time out with the horses this morning. Here we were all thinking you'd be up to make the grown-ups breakfast this morning." Sorry. I ... uh ... had a lot to think about. I didn't realize how late it was." No problem, honeybunch. You can help with lunch. I don't know if you'll have three or four girlfriends here with their. We started talking, and when he was doing this wierd hand thing he does, his finger-tip hit my nipple. I gasped in shock as my nipple began to grow. Alex noticed this, and began stuttering his apologies. I noticed a fairly large bulg in his pants, and wondered if he needed help. "Alex, would you like some help with that?" I whispered. His eyes widened in shock. I've heard of these things called handjobs, and something else called head service, what ever that was.He stuttered something.