He gently lifted my leg and placed my foot on his lap. He stroked his fingers around in circles on the back of my leg, and feeling his slightly roughe...ed fingers on my skin brought back memories of all the times we spent together, the last one being not even a few hours ago. He just seemed to be having a staring match with my blood. We stood there for thirty seconds, a minute, hours! Time seemed not to have any importance. He took a deep breath, and raised my leg further, until his lips were. Then, she took my cock into her mouth, sucking and blowing out her cheeks in a gentle rhythm as she stuffed most of my manhood in her warm, soft mouth. I could see my mom had done this before, and sucking my hard young cock didn’t seem to intimidate her one bit. As she slid her mouth up and down the shaft of my penis, I could feel myself stiffen, ready to come.But then, she stopped abruptly and started licking and sucking my testicles. I was pushing her head down on my cock, as my mom sucked. It was more stimulating than his fingers by quite a lot. It moved like it did in her mouth and it touched the sides. She threw her head back and covered her mouth to keep from squealing. When he pressed in deeper she brought her legs up over his shoulders and crossed them, pushing the back of his head forward.When she leaned far enough back, she saw her own reflection in the mirror behind the counter and her tongue hanging out obscenely. She looked like she was laughing silently. She did not. When I complimented Mrs. Johnson on the stew, she quickly said, "Oh, no, Mr. Walters, the stew was all Helen's work."I turned to Helen Johnson and repeated my compliment, and she turned bright red, as if this were the first time anyone had complimented her on her cooking. Right after the compliment, I added, "Y'all ladies are going to get right tired of calling me Mr. Walters, and I will get tired of looking around for my pa. Let us make things a lot simpler: y'all just call me Jim."The women.