“Did your wife really give you a blowjob this morning?” She had been listening to her grandmother and me talk.”“Yes,” I told her and got bus... pulling up the old carpet.“Then how come you got a hard on?” she asked.“I am very sensitive down there and all that rubbing you did made me hard.”“Show me!” she whispered. The devil must have made me do it. I undid my fly and worked my hard cock out. She bent over and opened her mouth. That girl was a natural to begin with and she got a lot of experience. ” And without another word she opened her mouth and took me inside.I felt her hands reach behind me and grab my ass and pull me deep into her mouth. All I could do is moan as I sank inside, until I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against her throat. But instead of bobbing her head as she normally did, I felt her hands on my hips pulling me back away from her. Then when just the tip of my cock was inside her mouth she pulled me forward again. Getting her unsaid message I started to rock. Finally, the announcer called Scott Gordon and he stood and walked up the stairs and onto the stage.Brent felt something close to tears as he watched his son, smiling at the assembled crowd, stand tall with his classmates. It was the same emotion he felt three years earlier when Andrea had received her diploma. His children had turned out very well, he thought. Much of the credit should go to their late mother. She was the one who was always there for them and helped manage their day-to-day. "I couldn't believe my sister was telling me to take off my pants. I mean, it was for the sake of the fitting and all, but still. I reached up under the skirty part and undid my belt. I pushed my pants down to my knees. I did not want womanly hips, but I sure as hell wasn't stepping out of my pants. "Good enough," she announced and then started running her hands all over my body, smoothing and cinching the felt. She was just doing it for the fitting, but still. She made some marks with a piece.