“Come here, honey”. She said, with a devilish grin on her face. As I came to her, she pushed me down to the blanket and crawled up on me, straddli...g my face. “This is what this little trick is going to cost you”. She laughed…Ana slid forward and plopped her dripping pussy right on my mouth and ordered me to suck Claus’ cum off her filled cunt. She wanted me to lick it clean.I was hesitant at first, but if this would turn her on, I was more than willing. Claus’ semen tasted salty; but I did as I. I had read enough stories and knew that there well may be some blood which I did now want on my duvet cover. “Get a towel and be quick Cathy… you Vicky get further up on the bed and spread those legs. Mum…you know what to do.” All three women jumped and started to do as they were told. I had noticed mum did not offer any opposition and as Vicky edged her way up and lay down, mum had positioned herself by her waist... as if she wanted to be as close to the action...in fact... assisting by doing. She could never keep a schedule. Finally I walked into her office. “Sorry to keep you waiting”, she said, not even looking at me. Her curly auburn hair partly covered her forehead as she wrote notes, bent over some kind of register. My middle-age thesis advisor would have been quite attractive if she had bothered to smile once in awhile. She had a pleasant face, except for her large eyes – they seemed even larger when she was wearing her glasses – and a nice figure which she hid in conventional. "That cain't happen with veneers, so my pieces are solid hardwood. I use mortise and tenon joinery and build ta handle the expansion and contraction that'll happen as the piece lives and breathes." Do you design the furniture?" I asked.He shook his head. "I cain't do that. I can copy somethin', but..."Agnes interrupted him. "His pieces end up looking better than what he's copying, Brent. He refines the lines and adds subtleties that make the furniture a work of art."She spoke with pride, I.