Andrea moved first, using her finger to collect his spunk from her face, and then swallowing it. Luke’s cock immediately stiffened again, but he did...’t move other than that. Andrea reached and lifted her tee shirt over her head, holding the tee shirt and scrapping semen off it. Luke stared at her bra covered breasts. She lowered the tee shirt and looked at her son. She smiled at him, took one more look at his cock, turned and walked away to finish loading the washing machine. A couple of nights. He started to suck at her nipples, kneading her flesh as he milked her tits for all he was worth. Her breathing was ragged and she was a squirming mountain of flesh between us. While Tom worked her breasts, I pushed her forward and unhooked her bra to remove it altogether. She sighed happily with the final release of her flesh from its prison of hooks, straps and wire. I turned her face toward me and kissed her deeply, my tongue probing her mouth, my hand holding her face into mine. She gave. She arrived all smiles and relaxed."How was it, hon?" It was terrific. The man knew what he was doing." Did you have to take your clothes off?" Oh, Paul, how else would you get a massage?" Some of them do it with clothes on." He asked what I preferred, and I said any way he was the best. He responded, and I took off all my clothes." Did he cover you with any towels?" No, not at all." So this guy had his hands all over my wife's body?" He didn't miss a spot, lover." Even between your legs." As I. She was sitting in a chair wearing ablue ankle length dress and on seeing her Mannix gasped with desire andfear. He kneeled before her.What Mannix did not know was that Ms. Charlotte had been practicing andstudying the Wiccan ways of truth-saying. She could read the movementof another's eyes, breathing patterns, and body movement to divine ifthey were telling the truth. And, where Mannix was concerned, she wasnever wrong. And Poor Mannix did not understand her powers; he onlyunderstood that.