It seemed I had a choice. I could leave the girls to their fun and head to my room to take matters into my own hands, or hand as it were, or I could s...rew up my courage and go join them. I hadn’t exactly been invited but Annie’s eye contact and smile hadn’t exactly been a discouragement either. What was the worst that could happen? They could tell me to fuck off and I was back to option one again anyway.Dropping my sandwich in the garbage, I chugged the rest of my beer and left the kitchen on a. This man was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He had a shock ofunruly blonde hair and clear, baby blue eyes behind horn rimmed glasses.He had a slight build. He also wore flip flops. Hank sighed inexasperation at his partner's poor fashion sense.Will was fairly new to the P.I. game. His expertise lie in a differentdirection to Hank's. Will was a brilliant inventor. Hank had worked acase for his mother once and had made an impression on Will. He hadapproached Hank, fresh out of college and. While I slowly massaged the thick heavy foreskin back and forth over the throbbing cock-head as wd my left hand .The hard rod of flesh in my hand was jerking eagerly as I pictured ramming it up between those wide-open thighs, burying its thick head far up inside her haughty belly. She did not had any hairs on her pussy she had shaved it and her pussy was pink in color. Now I started to lick from up to the down and she was moaning slowly as I was pretending to suck poison but now in spit of that. His mom’s pussy was fuller and the lips were more pronounced. She looked moist down there, but not soaking wet. She had thicker hair but it was trimmed into a strip so her pussy was quite visible. Under his towel, despite the fact that this was his mom, he became achingly hard. He moved on quickly to his own room.She caught sight of a shadow whipping past her door and looked up startled. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. She dropped to her knees and squeezed her legs together,.