“So did I! And as you were busy at the time, I thought it was pretty impressive!”That earned me another brilliant smile. It was interrupted by a b...t of gasping as Jessie cleaned out the last traces of me from her pussy.“Now I think you should do the same with Jessie!”I motioned to my still enlarged but distinctly floppy dick. She grinned wickedly.“That’s not a problem; I broke it, so I’ll fix it!”Fix it she did. With a few laps of her tongue over the frenulum and a bit of swirling the tip. His hand glided over both his mother's breasts and she sucked in her breath loudly and arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his hand. He concentrated on her nipples rubbing them, with his hand flat so he could manipulate both nipples at once. Sue continued to arch her back rhythmically and she spread her legs, as he son raised her sexual pleasure through his fondling of her nipples.However, once she spread her legs, Brent took this as direct invitation for her own son to move to her. I peeled my eyes away from it and sent Brie a text: Okay. Done. I’m a man of few words; a Hemingway character. Right then, I remembered that she wasn’t going to read the text any time soon. She was either in her studio painting (an activity for which she left her phone turned off), or she was out with Rachel and Sam on their once a week Bloody Mary outing. Yeah, probably the later. She was probably shitfaced already. Then she would go home, sleep it off, wake up and paint.The minivan. Rebecca did a it, with a ?Yes, Sir.? ?Do you shave your pussy?? ?No, Sir. I do trim it,? she responded knowing that even these personal questionshad to be answered. ?Rule # 3, your pussy will be kept free of hair at all times except for alittle strip at the top. You will leave work early tomorrow and have it waxedat this beauty shop. They will be expecting you at 3:30,? he said handing hera card. ?Now just wait a minute, SIR,? Rebecca began, the color rising in her face. ?Off to the Men's Room.