. do what we discussed?”It was weird. My father was asking me if I shaved my mother’s pussy. I heard her moan and looked down at her. She had two ...ingers in her pussy. She was propped up on the pillows. Her legs spread, her eyes closed. I could hear the wet squelching sounds as she rode her fingers.“Yes, dad, I did.” Should I add that I did the other thing he used to do when he shaved her?“Uh ... good ... good! Look, I can only guess how difficult this is for you. Since her stroke, she has been. She moves closer to my face, opens her mouth slightly and angles her head as our lips touch on the first kiss of the morning. Our tongues invade each other's mouths, swirling and dancing across each other's lips and then abck in our mouths again. (MAN! Was she a good too!) We kept kissing more and more, getting hotter by the moment, rubbing my hands along her back and down the sides of her ass, and then return back up as she lifts up to accept my hands over her B-cup titties, squeezing them. The violent shaking covered Jessica in even more blood, looking down again Jessica started to feel sexy covered in the dead girls blood and began rubbing it into her skin, her tits and her pussy like a fine spa's oil or cream. Looking at the floor "I guess the tub wasn’t big enough" she said to Jerry with a smile.Jerry finishing his instructions "Ok now about two inches from her pussy cum her first layer of skin all the way up to her breast bone, not too deep we don’t want to cut her. It was terrible. I stood there in the store with the cadre of strangers looking at me with a mixture of disgust and amusement. I made several attempts to follow my wife and the large handsome stranger but the men in front of me made it clear in nonverbal ways that there was no way I was leaving the main room. Rather than humiliate myself further in my attempt to follow, I decided to browse the store as my wife had, well, commanded. That’s what it was, after all, a command.I looked over the.