Crap."Just thought I'd fix your fence, before it falls down. I hope you don't mind."She just shook her head.She stood there watching me, and I felt il... at ease. I was a stranger. She shouldn't be talking to me. I should probably leave. "I'm just going to clean up here and head back home. I can finish up later when your mother's home."I straightened up my clothing a bit, wiping my hands on my pants. "I'm Alex Reed. I live across the alley," I explained, pointing down a few houses.She nodded.She. Moments later, mom's climax hit with a vengeance as the headboard mom was gripping too started to smack against the wall as mom convulsed, her fanny twitched repeatedly on my mouth and her body shuddered. "Jesus Mat! I'm cummin! . . . I'm cummin! . . . I'm cummin! . . . aaahhh! . . . aaahhh! . . . aaahhh! . . . I'm cummin! . . . Jesus I'm cummin!" As mom continued to cum I licked on and on until mom told me to stop. "Aaahhh! . . . aaahhh! . . . Mat! stop! . . . stop! . . . aaahhh! . . .. I don't have anywhere to go. Oooooo I don't know WHAT to do!" moaned Jill."Well, you have two choices," said Heather. "You can go to college, and get a job, or get married, or whatever." Jill frowned at that. "Or, you can stay home with me and have my grandbabies." Jill didn't look wild about that idea either."It's not fair!" she moaned."Who said life is fair?" asked Babs."What do you want from me?" whined Jill."Darling," said Heather, "I was intent on you getting an education. I'm even more. My sexual needs are ignored and my penis being controlled with a chastity device. Lately, due to my penis getting smaller through lack of usage, my sexual activity has dropped and the device removed, so Sandra has decided to ensure I keep my sexual feelings via a prostrate massager. I am still only allowed to wear retro corsetry, long lines and girdles and corsets, usually in satin and lace-up types. I go out as Gina, but only with them, not on my own. Dressed, heavily made up and corsetted, I.