“So, how is work going?” my mom asks as we browse the menu.“Ehh… I’m making good money, but I still feel like I’m at the bottom of the tot...m pole. I mean come on, I’ve been working there for four years now. I’ve pulled more than my fair share of work and yet I feel like I still get no respect,” I tell her.“Oh don’t worry hun, you’ll get there. It takes time. Just keep plugging away.”“I don’t know, I’ve been thinking of leaving for a while now,” I admit.“If that’s how you feel, then you should. .. yesss..."As I worked on her pussy, Janice was clearly getting more and more aroused. Her hips were in continuous motion, rising and falling, rolling first one way then the other, as I dragged my tongue through her slit, sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and gnawed on them gently, pushed my tongue as deeply as possible into her snatch and attacked her clitoris, licking and sucking on it energetically. Shudders ran through her entire body every few moments. Her breathing alternated between. Neither did it feel quite like I remembered when I slid into her little cunt."C'mon, Jack, tell me!" she complained."Hunh?" I mumbled, drifting up from my slumber. I felt my stiff cock aching as it was surrounded by a warm, wetness that contained something that wriggled against the underside of my shaft and rasped across it.Realisation dawned and I opened my eyes in shock. I was lying in my bed, legs spread apart and Stacy was lying between them. She had her arms across the tops of my thighs. Mikki, can Itrust you to carry one home to Danni without nibbling on it?" I dunno. Probably not. I should buy a half dozen, so she will get oneeven if Lyle finds out about them too. And Mom likes them as well."We need five Danish to go for us," Rachael waved at the group for Mrs.Barron, "and another six in a bag for Mikki," Rachael laid her twenty onthe counter. She saw the baker poke his head out of the back and go overto his mother, whispering in her ear. "Hi Geoff," she said."Hi Rachael. I.