A thousand things. But then I think about how much I love you and how much I love the things we have done and, incredibly, all those cautions go out t...e window. I look at this,” she said, holding my cock up and looking at it with a look of true devotion. “I look at this beautiful cock and how it longs for me, and my willpower crumbles.”My mother paused and stroked me several times bringing a large bubble of clear juice to the slit. As the bubble grew and began dribble down the side of my cock. ”“It’s glitter, not pixie dust.”“Please.”“Fine, kneel down.”Grace knelt down in front of me holding her towel to her chest. She was kneeling on the floor while I sat at the kitchen table but she still had to bend over for me. Her hair was golden blonde, but even so it was a bit darker than Mom’s or my hair. And it looked a lot darker being wet.“Grace, why don’t you dry your hair? I can’t see a thing. If there’s any glitter it’s not easy to see. Wait, I see a little piece of glitter right here,. This crazy woman sucked off all of our essences. Needless to say, her bathroom was tiled in a nice duck-egg blue. Until this job, casual sex was not something I was overly familiar with. Not through naivety, but more a lack of opportunity. How that was to change over the next twelve months. Men may think they have the power; not so. The female of the species has the tools to make a grown man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of cunt. We are such sad bastards really.Mrs. Jackson. There was an uncomfortable silence as they each tried to think of what to say next.Jeff decided it would be best to take the pressure off of her. "How about if we just listen to the new album you got me?" That would be nice," she said gratefully.His considerate gesture reminded her of just how special Jeff was. She thought he'd want to talk about things between them which frightened her, because she had no answers. Like always, he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. There simply.