Theimage of her young son, her pride, her treasure, still dominated theroom: her blue dress, her pantyhose, her jewelry, her lipstick,her...everything... On him, a thirteen-year-old boy. On his face, shame ---and fear.She wavered, briefly, before she walked into his bedroom. The argumentsin this room had been heated and strenuous. Each had always risen to thechallenge of the other, each defiant, each resolute. Could she have beenmore ordinarily tender-hearted? Could her words have not been so. . feels. so..... GOOD." I can barely understand what she is trying to say. As I work my way down, kissing her stomache and running my tongue all over her body, she is just in ecstacy. Once I get down to her mound, I can smell her sweet pungeant smeel coming from her wound that never healed. I breathe hot breath on her inner thigh and tease her pussy with words until she wants it so bad that she grabs my head and forces me into her lower lips. As I work my way around her perfect cunt, she moans. I heard the shower start a couple of times after that so I assumed that Natasha and Vikki were not far behind me.I got into bed and quickly fell asleep. Shortly before midnight, I was woken by somebody joining me under the duvet. As I struggled to comprehend what was going on Natasha put her fingers to her lips before kissing me. She was naked. My head was full of all kinds of thoughts about workplace ethics, professional standards, and boundaries. That was until Natasha’s hand found my cock. I. Slowly, she leaned forward, licking the pre-cum from the tip of the brotherly cock before swirling her tongue around his shiny white head propelling out of the foreskin.“Fuck you’re so good at that,” Sam groaned with a mixed squeal.“Mmmmm you haven’t seen nothing yet, brother”. She answered.Ruby took a breath then slowly sucked his cock into her mouth. She could feel her mouth spread a little as she took his cock deeper, sucking gently. Sam’s tip left her mouth with a pop, leaving a trail of.