The scones were ready and I was just about to go and wake Jessica when I heard someone flushing the toilet. That could only mean she was already awake... Shortly thereafter, a very tired Jessica entered the kitchen."I smelled something newly baked, have you been to the bakery?" No, I actually made some scones."She tried not to look surprised but I could see that she had not expected it. She sat down at the kitchen table and I poured up some tea for her. She still seemed a bit reluctant to eat so. I relieved my self, while the water heated up. As most men know, it can be a problem aiming, when you have a "rock hard" problem. I was no exception. I cleaned up after myself, and got into the shower.I had a problem. Jr. wasn't going away that easy. To make matters worse, thoughts of Amy AND her mother entering the shower with me, were doing the sugar plum dance in my head. Fuck, I'm not a teenager anymore, and I get laid more than regular, and I'm having this problem? Really?Lose respect for. These would do nicely!She wadded them up into a tight ball and stuffed them deep into her mouth as a gag to keep her quiet. She could taste his salty sweat on the underwear and his musky, earthy taste was actually quite pleasurable. Now she could make a little more noise although she would still have to be mindful not to get too carried away.She circled her entrance a couple of times letting the vibrator tip lightly touch her clit each lap. On the second one, she let it linger just under her. He was going to college at Western Nevada College, in Carson City. He was a Nevada kid. He would likely want to stay in this area. It was naive of me to think that I could drag him away to go live on a farm in North Dakota; a world so far removed from where he grew up, it was like it was on another planet. Certainly not for a man he barely knew.I doubt I could indoctrinate him into Clan Mahoney. He would find them weird, and gross. He was an education major. He believed, I assume, in.