She swatted my hand away. "Ah-ah-ah!" she said. "Say, 'May I?'"I reached for her nipple, but stopped an inch short. She eyed my fingerwarily. "May I?"...I said."You may," she said.I did. Her nipples were far more sensitive than mine, and she made mestop after a few moments. "Ooh, that's nice, Lisa, but this isn't thetime," she said. "Sometime when we're alone. We should go backdownstairs and see if they're done talking." She glanced in a mirror."We'd better fix our lipstick first!"When we went. I kissed him on the neck – I could still smell his scent. He smelled good. I dipped the cloth in the bucket of water again, squeezed it dry, and started wiping his chest, moving slowly down his abdomen to his hips. His trimmed pubic hair indicated that he had cared about being well-presented in the bedroom, which was always a turn-on. I cleaned his legs gently, then slowly flipped him over. His shoulders looked broader from this angle. His buttocks were very firm and muscular, which. Steph stepped up onto the sofa, and facing my son, stepped across him, lowering her pussy to his face. He reached for her ass and pulled her to him, quickly licking up between her pussy and across her clit. ‘Oh yeah. You’re right, he does lick good.’ Steph moaned after several long slow licks. ‘But I still want to fuck that cock!’ ‘When I’m done.’ Nan moaned loudly, pistoning her ass up and down so her pussy stroked the full length of his shaft. ‘Your tongue is good, but there just isn’t a. . you're... ok... withthis?"By way of answering my question, Opie moved forward, very quickly,wrapped her arms around me and planted a deep, firm kiss on my lips,while her tongue forced its way into my mouth making me feel excitedand nearly defenseless in the face of her onslaught.When, at last, we came up for air, she smiled down at me. "I've nevertasted lipstick when I kissed someone before. I like it, a lot."It's funny, because the same thought had occurred to me. "Me too," Iwhispered as I.