He was wearing a luxurious white terrycloth robe.We went inside and Joe introduced me to One, his mother. She was physically perfect with a platinum b...onde pageboy hairdo, and she was also wearing a decadent robe like Jake. Joe had told me that his mother was sexually submissive to his father, and that was what he wanted in a relationship. I understood, it excited me, but hearing it and seeing it were two completely different things.The first thing One told me after the perfunctory niceties and. Sliding two fingers inside her wet pussy, I slip in and out of her quickly, holding onto and kissing her inner leg.“Uh, uh, fuck,” she moans, her back arching slightly.Sealing my lips to her clit, I suck on it and lick it while fingering her. Her moans get louder and more ragged as her breathing picks up. She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I force them down and lick her pussy vigorously. She arches her back more and rubs her drenched pussy against my mouth.“Daddy!” she cries out as her. Alice thought how easy it would be to prepare complicated dishes in these surroundings. And then a sudden thought popped into her head, unbidden. I wonder how that cold, smooth granite would feel on my bare back? She felt a familiar stirring in her lower abdomen, and involuntarily glanced at Gerald’s crotch as he walked into the kitchen. She felt her face flush, and looked up into Gerald’s eyes and smiled at him. “I can imagine some wonderful meals being prepared in here,” Gerald said, smiling. I looked around. All the guys here looked to be in their late twenties, thirties and maybe even forties. The black prostitutes were all late twenties and thirties. Mike, Jeff and I were thirties and forties. Even Nadine was twenty-nine. So here was twenty-three year old Jo, looking no more than nineteen, and she was the center of everything. Sure, guys were drinking their beer or chatting with the older ladies… but all of them kept casting glances at the gorgeous little blonde and anxiously.