He shaves his face first, then his mustache."That mustache didn't look good on you, Jerry. Those just aren't real man's whiskers. When I first saw tha... wimpy mustache?... That's when I started thinking you might be a girl."Next, he lifts Jerry's arms, shaving his armpits clean. When he puts shaving cream on his legs, he tells Jerry, "The hair on your legs, Jerry... it's so light and thin, and you have no chest hair at all. Your body is just like mine. Our bodies just haven't developed into a. Every son should give his mom gifts.“What are you grinning about, Sir?” Mom asked as she stared up at me with submissive adoration. It made her happy to serve.“Just the gift I’m going to give you.”“Mmm, your Mommy-slut loves gifts.” She licked her lips, glancing down at my cock. “Is it thick and creamy?” “Uh-huh.”Her tongue flicked at the crown of my dick when her tits slid down. She swirled her tongue around it before her tits slid up and engulfed my shaft, making me shudder and groan. When. One of the feelings I hated the most was waking up horny and needy, I felt like a slut, but the matter had to be taken care of. After stopping my alarm, I opened my nightstand drawer and took out my favourite purple vibrator, putted it on high speed and placed it on my clit. My panties were soaking wet, and I knew I wouldn’t last long, the face of my beautiful stranger came to my mind, and I imagined what it would be like to be fucked seven ways to heaven by him. I wanted to feel his cock. Had we a hot spring, perhaps by hydriatic massage.”“But we have none.”“In that case,” mustering up is courage and tapping his volume, “a hysterical paroxysm is recommended.”“Such a long word,” his patient fluttering her eyes in admiration. “Surely we should begin immediately.”It didn’t occur to Jacob to wonder how she seemed to know to get on the table. “Let me forewarn you, though. Some husbands find it difficult to accept published medical practice.”“I’m sure Mr. Mullins wishes the.