Then my underwear was pulled down to my knees and she started sniffing my tool box, and said wowww…I love the smell of sex blended with perspiration... Then both of them knelt down and started slurping my screwdriver, one of them swallowed my cock so deep i could even felt her throat against my prick, and the other one swallowed my testicle sack into her mouth, the sounds of moans and groans echoed in the appt everywhere, just to make sure i do not erupt prematurely i started thinking about my. Then, when they crossed into the dining room, it does not matter what they are wearing, the outfit becomes a white, Blouse, and min skirt.When my son and I are at home by ourselves, our general dress code is a robe, slippers, and little else.My fifteen year old son is quite the scamp. He is kind of the a brain. He does like girls and is sly enough to get himself into home economics class where there are fifteen young ladies.It appears that, one day while I working, he found the disk that. . and that cunny of hers.. it looked so sweet I wouldn't have minded a taste myself". I winced as I realized the thread was still wound round my cock, and it was starting to pull tight again. "Yes", she went on, "when she sat down and lifted her leg to put a clean pair of knickers on her cute little cunt parted and it was so pinky and moist. I even caught a whiff of it, most delightful. If only you could have been there and seen it, You would have creamed your jeans. By now I had a raging. I knew her all my life to that point and she was very sexy to me and I had seen her putting her stockings on when I had been at her house and had always tried to watch without being caught but had been on a few occasions and had instantly looked away as she had smiled at me and carried on rolling the nylons up her legs and fastening the clips and checked the seams in the hallway mirror. One day I called for him to go out on a bike ride and he was not in. He had been sent to his grandmothers for.