”“Don't worry, mum. It wont be the last blow job that I'll give him this week. Maybe you'd like to blow him too?”“Hmm. I'm not sure about that... What does it taste like?”“I like it, but it is impossible to describe. You should try it at least once.”“Maybe.”After breakfast Suzanne drove us to Adelaide uni in her car. She parked in an area reserved for students which was quite a walk from the building that we were headed for. I was not surprised that Suzanne got many wolf whistles as we walked. Then groaned as she rubbed her fingers across my hot pussy. She slid up and down it, stirring through my once pure flesh. She brushed my clit, coating her digits in my juices.I whimpered, her tongue pressing on my tight hole. My sphincter resisted. But her tongue was so bold. “Mommy!” I groaned as she wiggled into my asshole, swirling around my bowels. “Oh, Daddy, her tongue’s in my asshole.”“I see that, little flower,” Daddy groaned, eyes focused on Mom’s face planted between my. I thought I heard him sigh too.And I definitely felt something.Either he has a big wallet,or... No,that wasn't his wallet."Wheres baldy ?," Jack asked."Off screwing his p.a. I replied."Oh Yvonne", said Jack.I was surprised. I assumed Jack knew about Marks affairs,and assumed he would cover up for him.I admired his honesty."Not going to lie for him" I asked."No", said Jack."No games,no lies,I respect you too much".And with that he turned his back to me,opened the fridge,and took out a can of. I told her she was smart and wanted to work that in thinking there was a niche audience there. “I don’t fit into the naughty bookworm type.” She told me, which I already knew.“I meant smart. It had nothing to do with your ‘look.’ Now let me think on it. It’s not a ready project yet.”-------------------Khristi’s face had a sheen to it as he put his cock back into his jeans. He saw two other men walking up and he walked away leaving Khristi to them. One was in jeans and a t-shirt the other in.