You can come here and do your homework while getting the boys to help out around the house. As time goes on, you will be doing less and less. You can�...�t deny that you are the perfect person for the job.” She seems to accept that.Mr. P asks, “So, how would this work?”“You would have to give Rachel more control than you give Carol. She should have the right to discipline your children, should they not do as they are told. She should have the right to make up chore lists and ensure they are. I saw her face she was enjoying to the core and tears was running from her eyes out of pain and enjoyment together. She then went down and took my dick in her mouth and moved in and out.Gradually increased the pace and was giving me my best experience which I longed for a long long time. I was about to cum when I told her she immediately told “don’t cum in my mouth, I want yours inside my pussy so fuck me hard” She then leaned over the bike and inserted my dick inside her from back. It was very. Mommy's pussy boy . . . please." So you want to be mommy's pussy boy," the words barely more than grunts, "then mommy's going to fuck your face with her pussy." She made deep gurgling sounds as she lowered herself to my face. She began to rub her crotch up and down my face. I could taste her juices in the wet fabric, and I could feel her puffy folds and her cleft against my lips and nose. "Eat mommy's cunt."This wasn't about the niceties of eating pussy. This was fucking my face with her. Getting all pretty and that sort of thing," Justin explained. He then leaned in and whispered, "Cleaning up, more like it."As if on cue, Shelby appeared at the top of the stairs. "Hi, Brittany!" she exclaimed, running down and hugging the girl. The two weren't the closest of friends, but always seemed to have fun when they were together, sharing a common interest that was Justin. "You're looking good today! Going to surprise that boyfriend of yours, huh?" You know it!" Brittany replied.