While I was certain of that, Michael couldn’t make clear to me that it was true. That part was very difficult to wrestle with.I might have partially...intended that night to be a singular event, but a few days later I found myself showing my son the same kindness. I jerked him off in the bathtub this time. Michael was leaning against one end of the tub and his penis was above the water, erect, pleading with me to bring it comfort. Michael smiled, oblivious, I thought, to his erection or my. This whole time I was staring at her legs every time I could and was getting hard as hell. I finally went for broke and reached over and rubbed her leg and told her I loved hose like she was wearing. She ask what I was thinking. I told her I was thinking she looked sexy as hell and I would love to see more. Then I ask if she was in the car that was bouncing. She looked over and said "you know damn well I was and what I was doing" About this time we pulled into her drive way. I ask if I could. She started coating them with bright red polish, but she stopped just before my last remaining toe and reached up and let my cock loose. She slowly engulfed it into her mouth, her long golden nails playing with my balls. Soon, I erupted, sending loads of thick gooey cum down into her throat. I had never been blown like that before. As I was spurting, she said something to the effect of "You deserved one last blow," but I wasn't really paying attention to her cum-dribbling mouth. She started. He groped and kneaded the flesh of her firm butt while spreading her cheeks apart. Right before he was finished he slapped it twice with medium force. Heather didn't expect that and let out a loud moan reaching back with one hand to rub the sore spot. His slap left a red imprint on her white skin.He released her head from between his knees and shoved his dick back in her mouth."That will keep your whore mouth quiet” he said and Heather was surprised to see the friendly older man she knew.