.. tingly, so I came up here and..." I reach down, fumbling about to grasp the sheet, hastily covering my nude body. "It's okay, Mom," she says soothi...gly. "There's nothing wrong with making yourself feel good." Mickie is in her usual sleepwear: one of her big brother's old t-shirts, abandoned when he left for college, and skimpy panties. "Y'know something, though? Watching you getting yourself off like that was the hottest thing I've seen in ages."I was floored. "How long have you been in. The time I'd asked about that, he got sort of angry with me. "I thought you said that I was the one who decided when you got to come? Or, was I mistaken? Or, did you lie to me?"I realized that I'd made something of a faux pas, and I apologized, profusely!"That's better," he'd replied. "I own you. Remember that from now on, and you needn't concern yourself about when you get to ejaculate, either! The less you think about that, the better. That" (by which he meant orgasm) "is no longer your. I just look at her from the bed and don't say anything. I then lean back and start to grab my dick and rub it a little through my jeans. My phone rings so I send the call to vm but keep my phone out. I then snap a pic 2 of her in my galleryHR- What are you doingme- you know your sexy as shit, I am imagining what you look like out of that dress come hereHR- I will not OMG why are you grabbing your memberme- my member lol, want to see itHR- OMG I should not be here what am I doingme- mmmmmm as. Ryan polished off a decent helping of Mamie's pot roast and two servings of apple pie, impressing Jake with her appetite. He shouldn't have been surprised, though, considering just how hard she worked during the day. After dinner, they moved into the sitting room, where an upright piano took up one wall. Ryan commented on its beauty, its clean lines and rich mahogany finish making it a truly gorgeous instrument. “Do you play?” asked Jake. Ryan laughed her throaty, sultry laugh. “Not on your.