I am not going to be a martyr. I am afraid I will have to beconsistent with your Mum and Grandma. I cannot let you stay with me ifyou don't conform. ...f you change, I will have to tell mother!We got home. I got out of the car, looking around fearful thatneighbours would be seeing me - but there were no neighbours, bothDaphne and Grandma lived on the fringe, on acreage, away from the vulgargaze.I walked up to the door. The Dog waged his tail at me, as if I was not afreak."Oh Shit Daphne, Why the. She turned her head to look at me but couldn’t say anything since she was already into the session. I didn’t take my hand and said, “Go on.”Speaking of the session. Nowadays, whenever I know we will be alone at home, I leave the office early and text her, “Be ready for the session, Saro.” She will wear a sexy dress without any lingerie inside and get ready to greet me.We start stripping each other right from the doorstep to our bedroom. While passionately smooching each other like dogs in heat.. Think about his nice smooth ass and rubbing your hands all over them. Think about touching your cock to his. Rubbing each other's precum into the others cock head. Oh, yeah, Nick's hot, John. He wants you to jack his cock for him."Sam was rubbing the tip of the dildo against John's asshole very lightly, smearing the lube and precum all over the outer lips of his sons hole. The hole started to open slightly and Sam inserted the tip into it slowly. He twisted the dildo a little and pumped it in. She recoiled, but instead of the first thought being pain, she flushed, sank into the seat, head in her hands, mind racing to that time Bob first introduced her to the delights of control.He'd turned their bedroom into a warm sanctuary. Perfectly made four-poster. Soft music playing; some jazz that wouldn't normally be on her radar but seemed soulful and right under the circumstances. Candles flickered on the dresser, reflected off the oval mirror, bathing them both in dancing.