Both Mom and Sasha walked into the kitchen together, arm in arm and chatting away like old friends. "Brandon, that smells divine," said Sasha. "Maryan...e, did you teach your son how to get around the kitchen?" "No, I'm afraid I can't take the credit for that," said Mom. "He learned all of his culinary skills from his father." I smiled at the last comment. "Dad was the cook around here, but only because he loved to do it and Mom let him have his way. Mom has been known to whip up a pretty mean. ” Your tongue relishes the taste of chocolate and cream and a little of the special flavour that your cunt has added. “Tell me what you want me to do.” I move to the bottom of the table and sit on one of the chairs. “Open your legs, lie back… and enjoy.” “Mmmm, gladly.” Sitting on the chair, I lean forward and again trace the length of your wet little hole with my tongue. “Oh god.” It is so easy to find your clit – It peeks from between your cunt lips waiting to be sucked. My tongue opens your. I caress her inner thighs then move up to her ass, parting the cheeks. I slide my hard cock up and the crack then she feels my hot breath on her back, instantly followed by a clunk on her head where my chin came to rest. My scratchy chest hair had her pinned. She struggled to get raise up, but my tree-trunk arms were like iron prison bars. Betty screams " Let me up. I don't want my ass fucked John." Her scream further inflames me as she is desperately trying to wriggle free. Suddenly she feels. " There's a nice idea," I said."Nice? You like having to fight off an octopus when you go out on a date?" Jolene seemed horrified at the idea."Fight? Who wants to fight?" I asked. "A little wrestling, maybe. But if he gets me pinned, I go for the leg-scissors hold and hang on until he's too tired to continue."Janice appreciated my humor. She was almost doubled-over laughing. Jolene didn't get it."But he might get your clothes off. He might, you know, get between your legs." Jolene whined.Jolene.