That pattern meant an intruder was in the house.At first she thought Mrs. Miller had forgot to reset it when she took Kenny to school, it was a bad ha...it she had. But she remembered the repeated admonitions from her husband about never taking anything for granted, so she went to check.There was a man in her kitchen, with his head in the fridge. A man she didn't recognize."Who are you? What do you want?"The man turned around with a bottle of orange juice and poured a glass before he spoke."May I. Elliston said. “Got it hot for your mom?”I nodded my head, glancing at her. “You’re going to help me. Mentor me.” I gave her a grin. “You’re here to show me the ropes, right?”She laughed and took my arm. “Let’s talk.”Maria ReenburgI sauntered into the living room. CNN was on one TV, Fox news was muted on the other. Dad was reading his paper. He had two more sitting by his chair already folded and read. I stopped before him, my yoga pants still soaked with my excitement at blowing my brother,. Don't worry wewill get you feminine ones today. I know you can't wait but thestores aren't open yet." She laughed as she handed him a blue knitdress to put on. He looked as sad as she had ever seen him as heput it on. She got a jet black wig and put it on his head. It was mediumlength with curls and nice bangs over his forehead. Then sheapplied fresh lipstick to his lips and handed him the tube and toldhim to put it into his purse. As he drank his morning coffee he hated the idea of what was. She can feel it pulse and harden. Deep into her mouth she runs her tongue along the bottom of his cock and pushes it well into her throat.“I didn’t know I could do that.” She thinks. She kisses the head of his pulsating organ and slides her lips down the underneath to the base. She squeezes the top with her other hand and begins to lick and suck at his taught testicles, coaxing them into her mouth one at a time. The warm juices drip out of his cock and between her thumb and fingers. She works.