She worked her hand back and forth letting it glide smoothly around my cock then she looked up at me and smiled. She knew the effect she was having on...me and she seemed to enjoy every moment of my sexual torment. Next she ran her hands over my washboard abs and she seemed to get pleasure from my fitness. I moaned again as her tongue snaked forward and tickled the tip of my cock. Her tongue found the pee hole and she licked the pre-cum as it oozed out of my slit. She worked her tongue in. She knew she could never hide what she'd been doing if she had to face them. She could almost see the mortified expression on her father's face, knew neither parent might never speak to her again. She lied so easily, and assured them that she'd call them in the morning when she was leaving.As Jenny got herself cleaned-up, she tried to figure out just how much of what she was feeling was real, and how much was chemical. Her anus was burning, her vagina hurt, and her mouth was sore because she'd. .MOMMY PLAYING WITH HIS BIG FAT COCK AND THOSE NICE YOUNG BALLS.....FUCKING THIS MASSIVE FUCK TOOL IN MY HAND.....JUST WATCH SON, WATCH MOMMY JACKING YOU OFF."Mike looked down at me as I worked over his dick. I had lowered myself down so that my mouth hovered just a few inches above his mighty flagpole."YOU WANT MOMMY TO SUCK IT DARLING....DO YOU WANT MOMMY TO GIVE YOU A NICE WET BLOWJOB?"He only nodded his approval, but I wanted to hear him say it."TELL ME SON...TELL MOMMY WHAT YOU WANT HER TO. You know where the bathroom is." But Daddy, please..." Chris's voice was urgent."Okay partner, I'll help you find it," John sighed, getting out of bedand pulling on the shorts he'd worn the day before. He did it as quietlyas possible not wanting to awaken Karen, unaware that like most mothersshe had awaken at the first sound of her son's voice.Chris grabbed his father's hand and allowed himself to be lead to thebathroom. John flipped on the light and was surprised to see that thesmall foot.