"Wait a minute, right there. Let's be clear. If anyone has a shot at mommy or any of the MILFs, be my guest. I have had them but they are emphatically...not mine. My objective is to move the sharing along. If you have an opportunity, grab it." Everyone nodded. Brent looked at me with an intense gaze. "I think seeing her dressed like that, it made me wonder if she was really fucking around. I guess I feel relieved that you were doing it and thought I was angry with you. Now that I know it was you,. Her red curly hair already wild and unbrushed was now matted to the sides of her head. She reminded me of a modern medusa in whose powers I was now trapped. Her smile turned evil, as she understood that she now had me. She asked again if I was ready to shave and although I was weakening, I shook my head knowing I had to remain strong if I ever was to keep my manhood. That smile remained, nestled among the freckles on her face and her pale blue eyes glimmered. I should have understood she was. "You're wearing your black velvet mini skirt with the black silk blouse, black nylons, garter belt and your knee high boots," he answered his face flushed. "I don't own nylons or a garter belt." "I'd buy them for you," he answered. "You would do that?" she questioned."Yes, I would. I know of a dancers supply house that stays open late. Just write down your sizes," he answered. Megan slid off his lap while Terry made a beeline for his room to dress. When he returned she handed him a piece of. She swallowed my cock.“That’s it, Mom. You’re doing it.”“Yes,” I groaned as the sexy, Asian MILF sucked on the tip of my dick. Her cheeks hollowed while Pam kissed and nuzzled at her mother’s cheek. “That’s it. Be a slut, just like your daughter. Be my whore. Oh, god, yes. That’s it. I’m going to make sure you get everything you need.”“Everything,” breathed Pam.My dick throbbed as the MILF bobbed her head, her daughter kissing down her cheek. Together, the differences in their maturity so.