The girl shrieked into her girlfriends mouth. Holding her head tight and thrusting her tongue down her throat. The feelings of being licked sucked rim...ed, fingered in her ass, and fucked hit her in one landslide of sensations and her pussy snapped closed around his cock. Spasming and milking him, as her fluids gushed out of her. She pushed back on him, wanting nothing more than to get the cock, she didn’t even know was inside her, deeper still and ride out the amazing orgasm that was blasting. “When you’re with someone you love…it’s all okay as long as both of you…well…”“Mom…listen…it’s hard to admit this but…she was asleep and I…I was sexual with her and I…”I started breathing hard and I just decided to come out with it. “Baby…you didn’t do anything wrong…you did everything right…the woman loved everything you did…she loves you and…she felt that you loved her and she felt it every time you made her come.”“Oh my God mom, you were awake? Oh Jesus…I just saw you and I couldn’t help. “Yeah, we got a gym, spa, fitness center, laundry – even a barber shop.”Stella interrupted. “I was already planning on introducing him around – and it’s a hair salon.”He grumbled. “Fuck that, he cuts hair. That’s what barbers do… but yeah, we need our guys to look good and stay in shape.” He pointed a chubby finger at me, saying, “Use it! Ya can’t count on stayin’ in shape just by fuckin’ Stella all the time!”“Yes, sir… I mean, no sir. I mean yeah, I’ll use it… the gym and fitness center, I. . Let’s just say that I’ve already negotiated for ten percent of it,” Betsy said with a smile.Al exhaled loudly. He said, “I’ll need metal.”Betsy said, “Who is your regular provider?”“Dick’s Metals.”“Guess what?”“You own a percentage of that,” Al said.“Ten percent,” Betsy answered.“Where will he be getting his stock from?”Betsy said, “The recycling plant.”“Let me guess, you own ten percent of that.”“No. I own eighty percent,” Betsy said. “My dad owns the other twenty percent.”Al asked, “How.