I picked up some bacon to chew on. I don’t think Clayton realized he had us both at his command.Minute by minute my pussy got more wet, anticipating...what he would do. I assumed Mom’s was doing the same. He waited through the meal before he spoke again. Finally, he leaned over, glancing at Mom’s displayed pussy, and said, “Looks she needs a trim, too. What do you think, Alex?”I blushed deeply, thinking about the trim job he gave me, but I nodded.“Alex, why don’t you go for a run or something. I. Her knees were higher than her hips and as she sat back and relaxed with her drink I found myself looking at where legs became hips, torso and a shadowed place where I became increasingly curious about.She asked me what I did to have such a great space and why no woman had collared me. So I told her what I did and that the woman who had stolen my heart tried to steal my wallet as well in a divorce, but that had been finalized nine months earlier and the courts had sided less with her and her. She was wearing the same dress as on our “date” night. Hair done, looked as good as ever. I showed her the book. We started with the foreplay part: kissing, foundling and playing each other, and playing with each others equipment. I found the clit and rubbed it, while she stroked my dick. She got very wet very quick. I thought I was going to cum way before I was supposed to, so I slowed down. She put extra bedding down as we did not want to get blood and/or cum on her bed for her mother to find. “That was earlier this week. Why didn’t you go back home?” Sean asked.“Stomach ache,” Chom answered. He belched long and loud.“Stomach ache?” Sean asked.“Too much soda,” Pip said.“That’s right. You got paid a hundred bottles of soda,” Sean said. He wondered where they had the soda hidden.At the reminder of how much they had gotten paid, Chom said, “Liam made a real bad deal.”“That’s right. We worked all week on the car and the soda didn’t even last an afternoon,” Pip said. He belched and said,.