“Maybe,” was all she offered with her back turned to him. A few hours later, as they sat watching a movie on the television, there was an unexpect...d knock on the door. He was about to rise to his feet to answer it but she placed a cautionary hand on his chest to hold him down. Making sure he would stay, she rose to her feet and opened the door. “You made it,” she said as she stepped back, allowing the visitor to enter. Cal looked up and immediately rose from the couch. His eyes were ablaze. Her mother was very nice and a complete MILF. 5 foot 8, long auburn hair and tits that looked like they were trying to escape whatever top she chose to wear. She was demure and a very submissive wife. I had a few wicked fantasies about that lady when K and I first got together. In any case, nothing ever happened so who cares. Her father was very domineering, he had some mental illness, an anxiety condition for sure, and he ran the house. Her parents were both very religious. K said growing up. .. I blew him for a better part of 30 minutes, I couldn't believe his stamina...I wanted him to cum, but I also wanted him to fuck me...I stopped sucking him and looked him in the eyes and said "fuck me! Please! Fuck my ass!" He smiled gently and repeated what he told me earlier, that he didn't do that. So I contuniued blowing him...he was moaning louder and his muscels were tighenting...I could tell he was ready to cum..I stoped sucking and stroked his cock waiting for his white hot. “Mick! This is no big deal,” Sasha took charge of the situation. “I’ll prove it to you. Stand up and close your eyes.”I stood, pushing my chair back. I could feel my semi-rigid penis hit the edge of the table. I leaned forward to try to hide it.“Now, think back to a couple of days ago when Mrs. Smith bent over in front of you,” Tasha commanded.“OK,” I tried to clear my mind.“Are you doing it? Do you see her butt? Can you see what’s between her legs?”“Yeah,” I was feeling a little queasy.“Are.