Such a beautiful sight, my sweet, fat Millie, buck naked and spread wide open. In a few minutes she would look even better. My cock was already hard, ...ut I got harder thinking about it. ‘Well? Let’s get this over with,’ she said. I went into our bathroom and got my own electric shaver. I flipped open the trimmer and sat down between her legs, grinning. This was going to be fun. As Millie waited patiently, I clipped her pussy hair–already thin and sparse–to a short stubble. Then I used the. Spencer was sitting on the swing on the back porch when they got there. He was all showered and was drinking a beer.“What took you two so long? He asked giving Sloan a look of concern.“There’s just a lot of work to be done and since I’m not a farm boy, it takes me a little longer.”“Not a farm boy my fanny, did he ever tell you where we were raised?” Spencer asked Annie.“No, I don’t think we ever talked about it. Why?”“We grew up on a ranch in Texas. So, he is a farm boy.”“Not technically little. He saw me looking and automatically reached a hand to his neck.“What’s that?” I asked pointing. I studiously tried to focus my attention back on my computer screen. I glanced back up. He had a pursed-lip smile that I recognized as Simon when he perceived he had been too, too clever.“That is my life insurance policy,” he said. “If anything ever happens to me, all you have to do is look on this and you will know exactly who the villain is. You cracked my laptop, long before I gave you my. She still wouldn’t look at me. “I like how you’re shaved down there, Mom.” I stroked faster. “I like the way your pussy looks.” Faster. “I’m looking right at your pussy.” Harder. “I’m looking right at your bald pussy, Mom, and I’m cumming!” I hadn’t fully recovered from all the jacking off I’d done during the night, but I managed to shoot a couple big spurts that landed with loud splats on the tile floor. More poured out and made tiny puddles right in front of where I was standing. “Are you.