It was kinds like mom’s policy on alcohol. Which was, “I know you’re going to do it. Better here at home than out somewhere getting yourself kil...ed or arrested.” Just when I thought we were done, Mr. Holt continued on.“That being said, there are two rules to this. Firstly, I don’t want to see or hear anything. Anything you two do will be done when I’m gone. Secondly, no parties or alcohol. Ellie knows the rules, and you now know the rules. I don’t take kindly to my rules being broken.”There was. So after she got away from my room i got after her and in the kichen:"you know,i really want you and i have to tell you something about you son...you know that he gave me many times blowjobs and handjobs?" what?wach your mouth.my son to do such a thing..."she was not just surprised but angry:"you don't belive me,let's make a test and if i win you will do what i want and if you win i will not speak about this ever again" what test?" well i will prove that he is doing such things..i will not. I looked at him, then opened the box and to my surprise it was full of pornographic magazines! My heart started racing immediately and when Alan nodded his approval I took the top one, a copy of Mayfair, and started to look through it. The pictures of the girls inside were so sexy, their full breasts, hairy pussies, stockings and suspenders made my senses race and I could feel my penis hardening immediately.Alan asked me what I thought as I flicked through one magazine then another, Mayfair,. There was just an oval-shaped wrinkly hole in his pubic fat in which I could see the head of a very small penis, completely retracted into its safe place.His wife sat down on her folded legs before him, and he closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his back. She put her index fingers on either side of his nonexistent penis and pushed the fat rolls back to the pubic bone. She pursed her lips and buried her head in his crotch. He moaned appreciatively and rocked slowly on the balls of his.