That she still held his heart in the palm of her demure hand. And when it came to holding thingsin the palm of her hand…She grabbed him through the ...hin cloth of the pajama pants he wore, and Harry gasped. Ginny began to massage him,rolling his ever firming member in her hand. There was a decent sized tent to his pants now, and she knew just how tobring Harry to his knees.Jerking his pants and boxers down in one tug, she raced forward and took the delicate pieces beneath his shaft into. Just that and the matter of settling the bill and we'll be done here." Bill? My husband paid you before you even started. It's been a while, so if you've forgotten, I can understand." I said in my most sarcastic tone." Still not looking up from his clipboard Greg retorted with a hint of annoyance "Your husband put down a deposit. Which reserved the truck, got the crew hired, bought the boxes, and covered the packing. It does not pay for the gas used to travel across the country, pay the team to. Tasting her son’s pre-cum as she takes his dick in her mouth.She fondles his balls as she sucks. If he is anything like his father it will help him cum faster.He runs his hands through her dark hair. Loving the view of his mother’s face bobbing up and down on his cock.He grunts as he cums. His mother sucking and swallowing every drop.“Mmm, good girl.” He tells her. Patting her head. The inappropriate affection sending exciting shivers through her body.He pushes her away and goes to get dressed.. See you tomorrow!” As exhausted as she was, Rachel couldn’t help but smile as “Brown-Eyed Girl” played on her way home. Corny as it was, Mark loved to sing it to her, always teasing her that her dark eyes didn’t match her pale hair. Shortly, Rachel pulled into the driveway, turning down the radio as she approached the house. Rachel quietly came in the front door, locking it behind her. Her dad worked really early in the mornings, so he was usually asleep by the time she came home. Her mom.