"That should have been 'no sir'. There has been too much of that lately, and I think it is time for some punishment."Linda sat back on her heels, and ...ooked at Bill a little warily."I don't think we will move to corporal punishment yet," Bill continued. "I think a chore would be more appropriate this time. You can clean it up with your mouth."Susan and Hanna gasped as they looked at their mom expectantly to see what she would do.Linda closed her eyes and shook with the impact and implications. We both have blonde hair and blue eyes. All my relatives remark how pretty Jennifer is but to me she's just my sister. I mean, what guy thinks his sister is pretty. Maybe that will change but for now she is just my sister. By comparison, Miley Cyrus is pretty but Jen, (that's what everyone calls her) is just Jennifer, my sister. Sure we are best friends and do almost everything together. Mom and dad were fascinated with the story of Camelot so they named us Arthur and Jennifer. My grandmother. As I attempted to pull back from the kiss he strengthened his grip and we made eye contact that made one thing very clear: a handjob wasn't going to be enough to satisfy him. Still with his hand behind my head he slowly started pulling me towards his cock. Things happened too fast for me to put up any resistance. I gave the tip of his cock a light kiss before I opened up and swallowed his cock as far down my throat as I could. It was salty from the sweat of dancing and the precum that was. The next morning I put the card on top of her purse before I left. Then her excuse was, "I didn't bring a change of clothes." "Well, if you don't start using them you won't get the tan you want before we leave." I'm not sure why I was starting to be pushy. Maybe I just want the guy to hit on my wife as justification of her hotness? Yeah that's it....So the next morning I put a bathing suit in a bag and left that next to her purse. "Yes, I will go after work. Why are you being so pushy?" she.