.. Really!" All right." I was mollified. It was my own fault. I had, at times, laughed at some of Eddie's rough-hewn monologues -- most of which, no d...ubt, he'd picked up from the ballplayers in the Keys' locker room. I couldn't now -- suddenly -- expect him to become an overnight perfect gentleman."Listen, Eddie, there's something else," I told him. "Emily Anne has a handicap."Eddie didn't stay chastened for long. "Yeah," he said, giggling at his own wit before he even was able to get out his. In the position I was in, I was close enough to smell his precum.Tony reached out and patted me on the shoulder, as he asked, “What do you think, Danny boy; isn’t that an amazing piece of fuck meat? You really seem to be enjoying stroking it for me, and you’re doing a nice job. But, I’d be much obliged if you’d just lean down a little farther and get a taste of it. Just think about how wet and juicy it is, and how it must taste. You’ll really be helping me out too.”I had not planned on. Sylvia put on a plain, bright white collared shirt which she unbuttoned down to her chest and an extra-baggy pair of jeans. It wasn't exactly a rave outfit, but it did accentuate her enviable, powerful new body. As for me, I wore a shiny silver bikini top, a silver-lam? micro-miniskirt and a pair of impossibly high silver platform pumps. I put on a coat of silver lipstick, arranged my hair into a pair of ponytails that stuck out of the top of my head like a pair of antennae, and dusted myself. " She seemed to know what was expected of her, and promptly assumed the position I wanted. I knelt before Mom and slipped my hand between her thighs, gently stroking the wet folds of her cunt. She took a long, shaky breath, gaping at me in disbelief -- but made no move to stop me. As I continued to fondle her pussy, she began to sigh with pleasure, eyes slowly drifting shut. Suddenly I stopped, not wanting Mom to climax before I was finished with her. When I took my hand away, she moaned in.