Her mother’s bodyshook with every lap, until Britney was certain she hadcleaned her mother’s ass sufficiently.Her mother got up from her p...sition and grabbed herdaughter by the head, only to start Frenching the worldfamous young woman. She tasted her own ass and analsecretions on the lips and tongue of her daughter, andknew it would only be a matter of time before shereturned the favor.“Oh mom, your asshole always tastes so good,” Britneytold her mother with a sweet. It was a connection that I was making with him. One that he knew I was totally into him, and totally into pleasuring him. I didn’t care about my own pleasure at this point. I just wanted to be that woman that cared deeply for her man’s needs right now.It was so awesome to know that I was getting him near the edge of cumming before his cock swelled and got even harder. I would take him out of my mouth each time, and squeeze the base of his cock to calm him down.“Oh god, baby. You are so good as. And the piece was beautifuly constructed.“Like that one, do you?” Amelia said. I looked up, startled, and realized that I’d been admiring it for much longer than anyone else. I decided to be honest; shit, it wasn’t like I had anything to hide from anyone there.“Yes, as a matter of fact,” I answered. “I’ve never seen one all glass like this. It’s magnificent. And I’m surprised at how sturdy. Is there no danger of the glass breaking, uh, inside?”Amelia shook her head. “No, believe it or not, it’s. I sure hoped he liked to be ridden.Steve called out from the laundry room, “OK! I’ve got my stuff bagged. You ready?”“Ready when you are,” I called back as I grabbed the washcloth I had draped over the faucet, gave the counter a quick wipe down, and then hurriedly swigged the last of the wine. Not quickly enough, though. Before I could put my wine glass down, Steve came around the corner with a bag of laundry over each shoulder.“You finished off the wine?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.“There.