Suddenly it dawned on me. He was looking at my nipples and I felt them begin to puff. For some reason I wanted him to touch me there but felt it bette... to wait for another time."Now to start you take my cock just like you always have and slowly start pumping me. I think for your first time it would be better to begin with it hard. Yeah, that feels good. Keep pumping my cock until it gets really hard."By now I was very familiar with Daddy's cock and what made him feel best. I squeezed my fist. "Jennifer shot her hands down to the hem of her skirt and slowly began to lift it up her thighs.She had worn a teal business suit to work this morning; the skirt was lined so she hadn't worn a slip, the hem rested six inches above her knees; a kick-pleat was tailored into the rear of the skirt. She wore a salmon-pink satin camisole blouse to complement the suit, and four-inch stiletto pumps. She had selected a pair of expensive high-sheen taupe control-top pantyhose, white full-cut satin. One or two are pretty worthless and you have tried to leave before. This is all of your close family. We are trying to make families, not break them up. So, which of you three wants to go first?”Paulo looked over at his wife. She was a good-looking, Italian lady of twenty-eight. “Francesca? Will you collect the kids and come sit over here with me?” She looked relieved and hurried to join him. He nodded to Frank and then leaned over to whisper in her ear. She became suddenly alertly still and. This time, Mom pushed her arms through my shirt sleeves, and down to my belly.I leaned back and she pulled her hands out. I wanted more of her touch, but I didn’t say anything. I love it when Mom or Becky touches me ... it feels so good for either of them to have their hands on me.Mom ran her open hands down over the top of my shirt, all the way to my waist. I thought she was trying to tickle my stomach as I felt her fingers move and scratch at my belly.Mom pulled my shirt tail up and ran both.