Gratefully, she sank back into her chair, slipping her high heels off and stretching her tired feet. I saw another opening, and rushed off to attend t... the dishwasher.When I got back into the dining room, my mother was sitting sideways in her chair, one leg crossed over the other whilst she rubbed at the sole of her foot. I dropped to my knees in front of her, orffering to give her a foot massage. She acquiesced. I'm not a foot man, but a woman's legs always appeal to me. On that day, my mother. The long stiff shaft points at her face like a medieval lance as he continues to caress her breasts. She reaches out and touches his cock. It feels warm. Its skin velvety soft, yet bone hard underneath. "Hmmm," he hums at her touch then lowers his head to one of her breasts and takes her hard nipple between his lips. Gently nibbling on it at first. Then circling her areola with the tip of his tongue. Sucking on it now. Pulling it into his mouth. Sucking hard on it as if trying to draw milk. It was such a stupid ordinance because except for the most innocuous of children's shows, every program was now restricted.She had been at the convent almost nine years now and still was quite young at only twenty-six. Most of the other nuns were well over forty and some were even ready for retirement. In fact, besides Susan there were only two other girls under the age of thirty. In the past few years, the convent had received no new novitiates and there was a notable lack of enthusiasm for. . i am sure if i had not been telling her such good juicy stuff i would have had my mouth covered with her pussy and ass as she and i so luved the 69 position.. but she is a smart one and dearly luved my stories so no way did she want to have me stop telling this one.. i would stop now and then to tease her and make sure she was still wanting to hear all the details and usually i would get a response of real dirty look or pulling my balls and telling me i better not stop..lol and then she would.