. That had been something special, but there's nothing -- nothing!... can beat a big country breakfast!So we were all ready for extra coffee after, in...Ms. Washington's living room, and she fixed it extra strong just the way she already knew Dave liked it best, and a little before noon, when it was time for Dave to be heading for the ball park for pre-game drills, we were just beginning to feel like we'd digested all that food enough to get up and move around a little.It was a gorgeous late June. Her blood is boiling and really wants to feel that hard tool in her mouth. She started stroking his hard penis in a minute she felt a shivering on his tool, he is about to come, she placed her hand on the head of penis, in seconds he offloaded a handful of thick offwhite sticky cum.She really want to taste and smell that , so she moved to bathroom immediately and locked the door. It was really salty and thick, from that she make out that he didn’t had a shag for almost two weeks. Taste of semen. I completed the lawn, head in a whirl, then garaged the mower, showered then began to sort out what she had described as my midden, the incentive having suddenly become a worth-while, real and interesting challenge! It was the next day at breakfast when my shy sister Rose mentioned her latest art course, we all knew it was live studies, the college had supplied a male model, who by the way to the girls disgust, had kept on his shorts, despite their bribes, but now the holidays were here and. Finally, she asks me what I do. "I'm a dancer, actually." "Really? How lovely. Ballet?" You laugh outright. "Not quite." I admit. "Pole. If you don't mind me saying it, I'll bet you could make a living at it too. You have very pretty legs." I reach down and stroke her calf and then after a slight pause slowly slide her skirt up and stroke her thigh. She blushes prettily and more so when she realizes that you're watching our reflection. "Here." I take her hand and slide it up my leg. "Yours are.