“You need me to take care of this real quick?” Beatrix asked.“Sure,” I said, too thrilled to quibble over her ‘real quick’ comment.She nod...ed, a neutral expression on her face. She pumped away, steadily, unhurriedly, with the same firm grip she had used on my arms and legs. I couldn’t help but groan, my pleasure building as she stroked my manhood. She pulled the towel down for easier access without missing a beat. I watched her hand move, her visage betraying no emotion. If she were enjoying. I swallowed hard at the way her tits jiggled as she walked."You look tired. Here, sit down and let me make you some thing to eat." she said as she ran off to the kitchen. I was still sitting there with what must have been a stunned look on my face when she returned with a sandwich and a soda. "What's with the look? Haven't you seen your mother before in a skirt before?" she said laughing."No, I mean yes, I mean I didn't expect you to be awake. I mean you are always tired and I expected you to. Even though the guy owned three strip clubs, that wasn’t the vibe he was throwing out, the same being said for Dee. I enjoyed the feel of her arms around my neck and the smoldering look in her eyes as she gazed into mine. But not once did I feel she was going to lean forward and kiss me, or that she wanted me to make the first move.As I pondered this strange paradox, I thought back to last Saturday when I’d stormed into the party to see Jill dancing so sexily with Luther and the hungry. Then with a laugh he adds, It will also be a beautiful fuck. Slightly spreading my buttocks apart, Bryce begins rubbing the slippery lubricant around with both of his thumbs. I breathe in deeply and jerk my hips every time they brush up against my puckered anus. Over and over again, to Johns appreciation, the sudden movement causes me to thrust my vagina up and down on his solid erection. I feel the cool liquid run down the crack of my ass and slowly trickle over the lower lobes of my well.