His friends had lots of opinions:Clem: “You're crazy! You know what bikers do to people?!”Joe: “You fell for that pile of B.S.?”Sam: “Maybe ...e can try it on Sally Mae?”“I tell you, the biker was serious and I have the bottle right here. Maybe it’ll work. Tell you what, I'll try it on the next customer that comes here and we’ll see what happens.”Clem: “How'll you get them to take it? Anyway, you haven't had any customers all morning.”Sam: “Make it a lady customer OK?? Maybe we can get her to. Sometimes he could get me to linger with him, distract me from the endless lists of stuff to accomplish in my head. Thats where it really started, although I recognize it now as a progression from our early morning ass-stroking sessions. It happened more on mornings when he was still excited, those mornings he didnt masturbate to completion in our bed, those mornings when his cock revived the minute soap and water were applied. Those mornings he would take my hand and put it on his cock as he. ”“You sure?”“Yeah. We are just going to sit here on the couch and neck for a while.”“OK. See you in the morning. Don’t wake the kids.”“If they didn’t wake up during the shooting and the mines, we won’t do it.”“I don’t know how loud you two can get!”“Good night, Mom!”“Good night, son. Good night, daughter.”“Thanks Mom,” Renee said with more love than I was used to hearing from her.The two women kissed, and mom walked up the stairs.“Let’s go.”“Go where?”“To get started. You said we would be. Tiffany’s boyfriend, Jake, is coming too so Brad doesn’t get worn out.”“What do you mean?”“Our sleepovers are for having sex with each other. Brad will be fucking you and so will Jake. Us girls will enjoy licking their cum from the others pussy and giving them blow jobs.”“Wow, what a family you both have!”“I’m sure my mom and dad would welcome you and Sandra into our family. Imagine all the cock you could have with Brad, Jake, and Dan plus pussy with his wives. Jake is my step-brother because.