The spatula?" You can get both in there. Call it added sensation."He thought for a moment. Then he moved forward. It was highly undignified, he though... to himself, but then concentration banished all embarassment as he maneuvered himself to her tight hole. He clumsily straddled the end of the spatula, so his balls were flopped over it, and the wider end cupped his white ass. There was enough pussy dribble that he could easily slip inside, feeling the slight rubbery friction of the handle on the. Anna could not look her son in the eyes as she soaped up his shoulders and upper chest. She could feel the powerful muscles and her mind briefly thought of her husband. The boys were tall and muscular like their father but had her blues eyes an blonde hair. Anna bent slightly at the waist as she ran her hand over Brutus’s rippled stomach. She continued washing down onto his upper thighs. Anna swallowed hard and got on her knees in front of her son. She told herself just think of him as the. She looked up at me through that childish eye makeup, which made her seem even more innocent and delicate when stained with tears, and I felt the desire to protect overcome by the desire to love.I kissed her hard on the mouth, pulling her head into mine with the hand which had a moment ago been stroking her hair like a father. She made no attempt to resist, returning my kiss eagerly, and hungrily slipping her tongue between my lips to meet my own. I held her tighter, fearing she might be. Some adjustments ALWAYS have to be made. The girl before you was beautiful, but beauty was simply not one of the requisites for the ... position in question. I see in your form that you have no experience with sex. She had LOTS of experience with sex. On the other hand, she had never really worked a day in her life. I would have to provide personal training, in one way or another, with either of you. I would much rather have to teach you how to have sex than have to teach her how to scrub.