Her lovely ass cheeks quivered in anticipation as I oiled up my hands. The fly was making it hard for her to be still, and I saw her grind her crotch ...nto the cool sheet… I began at her feet, while waiting for the stones to heat up, working the oil between each toe.. Baby was affording me an excellent view of her shaved labia, the outer lips already flowered open and damp with fluids. I planned to keep it professional– at least till I got the go ahead again from her. My hands worked up her. Many was the time that I would have to rub my wrist or the back of my hand on the gentleman’s hard shaft or his soft hanging sacs just to make certain the measurement was correctly done. I had trained carefully not to giggle or laugh at such awkward moments because I knew from experience most men hate females to be even slightly amused at viewing or touching their family jewels. It was almost as if the sound of giggles or laughter was derision of their manly impressiveness. I thought they might. Dropping the coffee cup into the dishwasher, she headed upstairs to shower and change.Fifteen minutes later, wrapped in a large white bathrobe, Whitney stepped out of the shower, her body still warm from the heat of the water against her skin. She stepped into her bedroom and sat down at the vanity.Whitney sat there for a few moments, looking at her reflection in the large mirror. Try as she could, the blond couldn't get her daughter's comments out of her mind. If nothing else, her words had. “Barry, it is time to take what you have probably wanted for a while. If MY mom looked as good as yours, I would jerk off to thoughts of fucking her. You, however, will get a chance to do more than masturbate. Go ahead and screw your mother,” he said, untying the boy for the first time that night. Duncan had to credit the youth with some common sense, as he didn’t waste time debating with himself over the matter. He simply grabbed his mother’s thighs and thrust into her pussy. She reacted to.