I'm going to suck you so good, but please don't mess up my hair." I knew I wouldn't have to ask. She leaned over and kissed the bulbous, purple tip, l...aving an incredibly sexy pink lipstick mark on it. Then she moved down to mid shaft and did the same there. "Marking my territory," she explained with a feral look up into my eyes and an impish smile. Madison knew I couldn't keep my dick in my pants and knew that this was the best way to show her claim on me. With Madison being in summer school. ’ Garrett was so used to his mother’s attitude that he just mentally shrugged and accepted her diatribe. As he began trudging upstairs his sister Beatrice (Bitchy Bea as she was known to most of her peers) came down them. As usual, she took up all the space and pushed Garrett aside as she snarled, ‘Get the hell out of my way, asshole.’ In Garrett’s opinion Bitchy Bea already exceeded his mother’s level of Bitchiness by several orders of magnitude. Only the very ultra-high class (in their. Our friend got very serious about his relationship with his wife and said he probably would not be with her much longer. He said they rarely had sex and when they did she was not responsive. We decided to leave and he asked us to stay awhile, he was having as much fun as he had had in a while. He poured a shot and we saluted, clicking our glasses to our friendship. As we talked he told us that another good friend of ours had told him that my wife had pretty tits. That he had seen them once. "Does something not please you, Bob?" Simon asked.He blushed up to his ears, and said quietly, "Before we go in, can youmake me Cindy again?"Simon placed a hand gently on Bob's shoulder, and said, "With pleasure,Master." Bob felt the pressure on his shoulder increase as his statureshrunk. He felt his hair grow, and his waist draw in. The pressure ofhis pants on his prodigious member lessened, but his shirt began toconstrict his chest. Finally, his clothes rearranged themselves into ashort denim.