Your hair's still damp." Yeah, I kind of dawdled in the shower. Here, let me take that," I reached out for the bag and she handed it to me. It was big...er than I'd expected, and seemed full."This all needs to go to the kitchen. Do you have ice? This would work best with crushed ice." I do, but we'll have to crush it in the blender." I walked toward the kitchen, looking back to make sure she was following. I set the bag on the breakfast bar and turned back to her. She didn't stop, but kept. Wiley didn't drink but lit a joint while we introduced ourselves. The conversation didn't last long. He said he had another appointment that day so we needed to move along so he would have time to recover. Marian said, "Okay. Let's see what you got."Wiley pulled down his pants, wearing no underwear. His cock sprung out, large and thick like in his pictures. He was not fully hard yet and his dick dangled down like a hose. Will we be doing DP?" he asked.I looked at my wife with a quizzical. Then he said, "Now lick it up like a dirty slut."I made him sit next to John so he could have a perfect view. Once he was seated, I bent over and stared at him and began lapping up the cum like a cat drinking her milk. I licked it up in five of six laps. I extended my tongue out as far as I could to exaggerate the fantasy for him. He stared at me in fascination. John began ramping up his jacking off again. Out of nowhere, he shot up and came around the desk to where I was finishing up my cum. "She lifted my modesty magazine off my dick and stared at the shrinking tool. She squinted, she smiled and then she sighed. Repeating herself,"But not since your Dad shipped out."I lay there frozen in time, unable to breathe. Mom reached out her hand and touched my cock, making it grow – if that was even possible. Her head shook. She began to stroke my meat, gently, the way I usually began my masturbation. And just as I always do, she gradually increase the speed of her hand, the friction on my.