“Uh-huh, so much baby. Give me more,” she pleads.I return to her snatch, sucking on her lips and licking her clit as I lightly touch my cock, whic... is aching to get inside her. She tilts her head back and opens her mouth, sighing heavily.“Mmmm, daddy,” she lightly whines.I kiss her inner thigh and stand up, pulling her towards me by her hips and smacking my hard cock against her wet pussy; sliding it between her lips.“Give it to me,” she exclaims, “stick it in me.”I position my fat, pink head. Jan said Jillian was expecting us. We were about to get out of the car when I felt compelled to share with Jan.“I had a couple of dreams two nights ago that I want to tell you about before we talk.” She was immediately interested. “The first one doesn’t matter.”“Wait. I want to hear the first one, too. Let me decide if it matters.”“Okay. I was a giant flying taco and remember flying underneath the St. Louis Arch. I was losing a lot of cheese.”“You’re right. The first one doesn’t matter. What’s. If neither of them was too tired they sat and talked when they got back. Mikki would usually borrow one of Will's T-shirts and sit around wearing that and her knickers. And when she was in the bath she would now always leave the bathroom door open so that they could talk, and afterwards she left her wet towels in the bathroom and unconcernedly walked naked across the room back to the bedroom. Some mornings she would get out of bed, and in only her T-shirt, walk to the bathroom and then the. Gazing between moms legs I made the comment. From the looks of that white stuff coming out of that bush between those legs you wont need to teach me too much. Mom smiled and pulled her skirt up higher while spreading her legs as far as she could and guided my hand to her belly just above her mound and looked directly in my eyes. Look grasshopper, when you finish the job and knock up mommy and your aunty, then I guess we will talk about your penis graduating from a boy to a man, until then you.